Gu Shiyan sat on his lap and felt extremely uncomfortable. As she listened to his words, her jaw almost dropped in shock. Did he not have any self-awareness of his condition? He was practically poking her to death...
With a cold expression, she squeezed out a voice from between her teeth, "I have medicine, all kinds of medicine. Does Master need any?" Cui Yan still had his arm around Gu Shiyan's neck, and with her back turned to him, she couldn't see his expression.
He playfully asked, "Do you think I need it?"
Gu Shiyan:...
Damn it, why did it come back to this question after going around in circles? It was all because of her big mouth. She shouldn't have brought up the pain that men couldn't talk about...
She was wrong. She was truly wrong.
"Master, I was wrong." She lowered her head softly, her voice gentle. Only then did Cui Yan release her. "Hmph! You finally know you were wrong!"