"Oh, I have a question for you."
Shen Qinghan withdrew the smile on her lovely face, suddenly jumping to another topic.
Lin Zichen played with her soft hair that hung down as he asked, "What question?"
"About that... how does it feel when you transfer Qi-Blood to the Pavilion Master?"
Shen Qinghan looked into Lin Zichen's eyes with a hint of curiosity.
Lin Zichen replied without hesitation, "I really didn't pay attention to that; I didn't think too much about it while transferring Qi-Blood to the Pavilion Master."
Your hands were pressed so tightly, how could you not think much about it?
You touched for so many days.
Twice a day.
Six hours each time.
You memorized the dimensions long ago.
To put it bluntly, if you brought me a ball of yarn right now, I could tailor an underwear perfectly sized for Qi Qingmo.
While that was the truth, considering Shen Qinghan's feelings, Lin Zichen could only tell a benign lie, saying he didn't know how it felt.