Jolted by Zhang Qianqian's shout, Yang Yifeng snapped back to reality. Even with his thick skin, being caught peeping made his face flush with embarrassment.
"Ahem, I'm sorry, I just got a little distracted. I'll start right away."
"Distracted? Could it be... he was enraptured by my thighs?"
Although Zhang Qianqian wasn't overly experienced with the darker side of things, she was well aware from the internet that many men had a particular fondness for thighs. She instantly pegged Yang Yifeng as one of those men. A hint of pride swelled in her heart; she was quite satisfied with her long legs!
"Alright, I'm going to begin now. The process might feel a bit itchy, you'll need to endure it."
Yang Yifeng quickly slipped into his doctor role, his expression solemn. Long silver needles appeared in his hand, piercing precisely into several acupoints on the inner side of Zhang Qianqian's thigh, close to the root.
"Mmm..."