"Second Miss Shen, what are you doing?"
Jiang Xinghai froze, a knowing smile touching his lips. "Don't."
"Like what?"
Shen Lingyin suddenly reached out and pressed a finger to Jiang Xinghai's lips. "Call me Lingyin. Don't keep calling me Second Miss Shen. It sounds so formal."
"Lingyin, you should be more reserved," Jiang Xinghai said, his expression still serious.
Shen Lingyin's forthright personality was very similar to Feng Lulu's. Both girls were around the same age—only nineteen—and he didn't want to get involved with her.
"It's just that my leg feels a little sore. Aren't you a Divine Doctor? Come on, take a look for me." Shen Lingyin already had a little plan of her own.
"So your leg is uncomfortable, is it?" Jiang Xinghai looked down, skeptical.
Today, Shen Lingyin was wearing a pair of black shorts with frayed, tassel-like hems that were quite a feast for the eyes.
