Chapter 717: The Young Master's Jar of Vinegar Overturns Again

Abigail, feeling a little guilty, turned back and saw that the man lying on the bed was also looking at her.

Their eyes met for a moment, and both were startled.

"The needle is off; let me adjust it for you," Abigail said, meeting his intense gaze. She understood the emotions swirling in those eyes all too well. She involuntarily bit her lip and gave a random response, her earlier intention to torment the man dissipating almost completely. She turned her head and gripped the last silver needle anew.

Then, Abigail awkwardly realized she had been so focused on getting back at this man that she hadn't noticed their current predicament.

Looking down at the man's bare chest and his lying posture, then at her loose casual dress, her earlobes turned pink. She forced herself to calm down and inserted the last needle.