"Hey handsome, I'm just curious about something—do you have a terminal illness?"
Lu Bai: "..."
"I'm not fully healed from a serious injury."
Xiao Qiao glanced at his abdomen. Supposedly, the flesh on his abdomen had rotted, even after half a year of healing. Even if the rotten flesh wasn't removed, there definitely wouldn't be any abs now. Although Xiao Qiao likes beautiful people, she prefers beauties who are tall and burly, with the face of an Elf Prince and the physique of Schwarzenegger. She's not at all interested in the sickly Lu Bai. Men without muscles have no future in Xiao Qiao's eyes.
It was distinct from the concern she showed for Xiaojiu—she was really concerned about whether he had a terminal illness.
