Startled awake, Ji Qingwu cracked open her bleary eyes and tilted her head slightly to ask.
"Have you been too tired lately? So weak and drained that you can't sleep well?"
As she spoke, she raised her right hand to take his wrist.
After she had left Zhaoyang Hall, Ji Qingwu hadn't taken his pulse again, so she didn't know what condition his body was in now.
Zhao Mingyan let her hand settle on his wrist to check his pulse.
He stared into her eyes and sighed softly, "Ah Wu, it seems you've read all those books for nothing."
The moment Ji Qingwu began taking his pulse, she became fully alert, her expression focused on the task.
After a moment, she said, "It's nothing serious. You just have some excess internal heat, making you anxious and irritable."
Zhao Mingyan raised an eyebrow. "Just 'some'?"
He pulled her hand downward. Ji Qingwu froze for a second, then snatched her fingers back as if burned.
