Nianyang felt Shi Yue's pulse, the sparkle in her eyes flashing as she spoke lightly, "Miss Shi San's hand Yangming channel is solid, suffering from bowel fullness. Do you cough and wheeze on spring nights every year, experience abdominal bloating, mouth sores, and constipation?"
Shi Yue's face changed abruptly, instinctively pulling her hand back.
Soft laughter echoed around them. Nianyang was too frank; so many people were here. Saying such image-damaging things about a young lady like Shi Yue in public was just too appetizingly shocking, they could all visualize it.
Shi Yue wore an expression of mortified anger after being exposed, "Utter nonsense, how dare you mock me!"
Nianyang looked innocent, "Miss Shi San, did I say anything wrong?"
Shi Yue was speechless for a moment. Yes, Nianyang was spot on, exactly right, but she wouldn't admit it in this situation.
"Wrong, you're wrong, I'm not sick, you're the one who's sick!"
