Xu Xiangbei lightly placed his fingers on Lu Yao's wrist, feeling her wrist as soft as cotton, her skin as delicate as can be.
Lu Yao was indeed a great beauty, her skin as tender as a baby's, her features delicate and lovely, making any man fall for her.
However, in Xu Xiangbei's eyes, this beauty was a heart-ensnaring poison, with a malicious and treacherous heart hidden beneath such a beautiful exterior.
Xu Xiangbei wasn't trying to take her pulse; it was a joke. After placing his fingers on her wrist, an invisible stream of Inner Strength swiftly infiltrated Lu Yao's meridians.
Lu Yao felt like a mosquito had bitten her wrist, unaware that she had fallen into Xu Xiangbei's trap.
She tossed Xu Xiangbei a flirtatious glance, playfully saying, "President Xu, your fingers are electric, making my heart itch. President Xu, you're so nice. Thank you."
