Liou Qingcheng saw Zhao off, then sat by Lin Tian's bedside. Her beautiful eyes gazed at Lin Tian, her long, curved eyelashes fluttering, making her look like a cute little doll.
Lin Tian laughed, "Why are you looking at me like that? Are you so overcome with desire that you're going to force yourself on me in the hospital? The thought is kind of thrilling."
Liou Qingcheng playfully scolded, twisting a bit of soft flesh at Lin Tian's waist, "You rogue, watch your mouth."
Twisting soft flesh was Liou Qingcheng's usual move, which didn't hurt Lin Tian, an intermediate martial artist, but he had to put on a grimacing face, inhaling sharply, "Then why are you looking at me like that?"
"I want to see if you're some kind of monster. You're so handsome, play basketball, practice ancient medicine, and can fight. I feel like there's so much more you can do."
Liou Qingcheng spoke seriously, her eyes scanning Lin Tian up and down with a curious expression.
