Anpei Lan's temple throbbed several times, feeling as if his veins were about to burst. It felt truly strange for someone to study how to flay and skin him right in front of him.
He glanced at An Yiqing and suddenly smiled, "Miss An has quite a heavy taste."
"You overpraise me, those who study medicine can smell urine and drink iced tea."
Anpei Lan's expression stiffened as he lowered his eyes to look at the warm tea he had just brought to his lips. The cup was a plain white one, and the tea inside was clear, tinged with rust-yellow, which somehow looked a bit like...
His stomach suddenly churned, and Anpei Lan lost all interest in drinking tea. Struck repeatedly by An Yiqing, his smile became difficult to maintain.
"Miss An, last time in Country Bai, I didn't get a proper chance to chat with you, I truly apologize."
