When Zhao Rong saw the medicine Xue Lianmei was holding, his heart burst with joy. "Xue Lianmei, you really think of everything! You're so much more meticulous than I am..."
Before Zhao Rong could finish, Xue Lianmei opened the medicine box, popped a pill into her mouth, and swallowed it with a sip of mineral water. "Brother Zhao Rong, after taking this pill, I'm sure I'll be fine."
Seeing that Xue Lianmei had already taken the medicine, Zhao Rong swallowed hard and fumbled with his clothes. "Xue Lianmei, when do we start?"
Xue Lianmei pointed to a clean, flat patch of ground. "Brother Zhao Rong, how about we do it here? What do you think?"
Zhao Rong looked at the spot, then took a moisture-proof mat from his Magic Ring and laid it on the ground. "This place is good. It's fairly level and suitable for what we're about to do. Plus, with this mat, our knees won't get hurt."
