This was a small villa. Yi Qinglian lived alone in the large house. She wasn't from Anli City; this was a temporary residence for her. It was evident that this celebrity's independence was very strong.
Chu Hao said, "Take off your top."
Yi Qinglian, feeling embarrassed, bit her lip and asked him to turn around.
A moment later, Yi Qinglian's weak voice came, "I'm ready."
Chu Hao turned around, his mouth dry and his tongue parched. Yi Qinglian had her back to them, her smooth skin as white as silk, holding herself tightly, afraid of being seen.
Mu Yufei clicked her tongue and said, "Qinglian, your back is really pretty. Ah-Hao, aren't you moved?"
"Sister Yu Fei."
Yi Qinglian stomped her foot, and though her face couldn't be seen, one could imagine the celebrity's cheeks were flushed red all the way to her ears.
Chu Hao snapped back to reality and said righteously, "When treating a patient, there's no distinction between men and women. Don't think so ill of me."
