When Su Xi heard that someone had fainted, she rushed over to help as a doctor, never expecting to get tangled up with her nemesis.
With her hands on her hips, Su Xi snapped, “Zhuo Yiyang, traditional Chinese medicine is not necessarily inferior to Western medicine!”
“If every practitioner of Chinese medicine were as mediocre as you, it would be doomed to disappear,” Zhuo Yiyang replied coolly.
They were bitter enemies, always at each other’s throats. Neither knew when things between them began to change.
“Zhuo Yiyang, if you can make me say ‘I love you’ within five minutes, I’ll marry you.” Su Xi lifted her chin with a haughty air.
“Say what?” Zhuo Yiyang asked.
“I love you,” said Su Xi.
“Not even five seconds. Come on, let’s go get our marriage license.” Zhuo Yiyang grinned triumphantly.
“...”
Okay, it's pretty good-looking too