"What did Meng Wantang say to you?"
Qin Chuan got straight to the point.
"Come over here first and give my feet a massage." Shi Qing said nonchalantly.
"You!"
Qin Chuan was a bit impatient.
But in the end, he walked over and grabbed Shi Qing's fair and delicate ankle.
"Hiss!"
Shi Qing frowned, lightly stepping on Qin Chuan's crotch: "Gently, it hurts."
"It won't be effective if it doesn't hurt."
Qin Chuan replied grumpily and lessened the pressure slightly.
Shi Qing held up her wine glass, cheeks flushed, unsure if it was because of Qin Chuan playing with her jade-like feet or the effect of the alcohol.
"Last time you mentioned, do I really have a risk of breast cancer?" Shi Qing suddenly asked.
"Believe it or not."
Qin Chuan said expressionlessly, "Foot reflexology can alleviate your symptoms, but it only treats the symptoms, not the root cause. At most, it can buy you another year or so."
"Oh?"
