Ye Haochuan took out the Silver Needle, but he did not administer the acupuncture on Zhu Qingshuang right away.
He massaged Zhu Qingshuang's back with both hands, causing her to frown and say, "Hey, what are you doing now?!"
Ye Haochuan said, "I'm giving you a massage before the acupuncture to help you relax, which will enhance the healing effect."
"Psh, you're clearly just trying to take advantage of me!"
Ye Haochuan didn't bother to explain too much; Zhu Qingshuang wasn't wrong, he did have such thoughts, but he hadn't lied either—massage combined with acupuncture truly yielded better results.
Perhaps it was because of Ye Haochuan's skillful technique that Zhu Qingshuang experienced an unparalleled comfort, which is why after grumbling, she stopped speaking.
As Ye Haochuan's palms continued their movements, she couldn't help but shiver, a shy blush spreading across her face.
Embarrassing as it was, it truly felt good!
