"Let me check your pulse again."
Song Yun chuckled, and without waiting for Nie Wushuang to agree, reached out to take her wrist.
Nie Wushuang's arm trembled slightly, then she quietly looked at Song Yun.
Song Yun pretended to feel her pulse, only noticing how smooth and soft her wrist was, feeling very comfortable.
As for diagnosing illnesses through pulse, the "Immortal Demon Manual" also documents that, but he hadn't had the chance to learn it yet.
After feeling her pulse for a while, Song Yun said seriously, "Xiao'er, your heart is throbbing with love."
"What do you mean?"
Nie Wushuang looked curious.
Song Yun chuckled, "It means you've found someone special."
Upon hearing this, Nie Wushuang's cheeks flushed red, unable to look Song Yun in the eyes.
She turned her head away and mumbled, "Stop talking nonsense."
Seeing Nie Wushuang's shy appearance, the werewolves all smiled knowingly.
