Twenty-four?
Never held hands?
Embarrassed to say it?
"I'm Medicine King, and I'm 1300 years old. It's not any different; I haven't held a young lady's hand either, what did I say?"
So young, what's there to fret about? Thinking about young girls?!
Feng Liyan rolled his eyes.
"But there's no rush. Qing Yi and the Drunkard are even older than me, and they still don't have girlfriends. Shang Ying was almost twenty-five when he met Miss Wen."
Bai Yi consoled himself.
"Are you full?"
Seeing that Little Gray Cat refused to eat more, Bai Yi asked.
"Meow."
Yes, full.
Seeing Little Gray Cat respond, Bai Yi smiled, put down the bowl in his hand, and picked up the bowl of medicinal pigeon soup.
"Have a couple more sips of soup, just two sips; it helps the wounds heal faster."
Bai Yi coaxed.
Feng Liyan looked at the soup brought to his mouth and reluctantly drank it.
Speaking of medicinal cuisine, Feng Liyan thought of Wen Xiao'ai.
