AnTaotaolookedhesitant.ShelookedatMr.Kingwithherbeautifuleyesandaskedagain,"Mr.King,don'tyoureallyneedanesthesia?"
Mr.Kingopenedhisthinlips."Noneed."
AnTaotaoshruggedhershoulders,soshedidn'task.Ifyoudon'twantit,don'tcrywhenithurts.
Shethoughtmaliciously,butherhandswereunequivocal.Shepickedupthepoisonousfineneedlesandbegantosewthemup.Atfirst,herhearttrembledalittle,forfearofhurtingMr.King.
Attheendoftheday,shewashandy,completelyfreefrompressure,andheractionswerearbitrary,withanindescribablesenseofskill.
Mr.Kingstaredathereyelashes,whichweredyedwithahalocolor,whiletheeyesundertheeyelasheswereveryserious,whichmadepeopleunabletomovetheireyes.
Hestaredclosely,andtheAdam'sapplecouldn'thelprolling.
Antaotaoisstillsewingseriously,andshedidn'tnoticehiseyesgraduallydeepening,justlikeadeepabyss.