"This..."
Jiang Shuying hesitated slightly but eventually lay down as he had instructed.
Ye Haochuan twirled the Silver Needle in his hand, glanced at her, then twirled the needle again. He gently pricked the acupuncture points on her body.
One needle, two needles, three needles...
Ye Haochuan's movements were steady, but Jiang Shuying felt a warm sensation spreading through her body. Before long, she was awash with warmth, a sensation that was both comfortable and tickling, and she didn't know how to describe it.
After a while, Ye Haochuan stopped his movements, and the Silver Needle also stopped trembling. Only then did she begin to feel better, though she was drenched in fragrant sweat and felt a bit exhausted.
"It's done," Ye Haochuan said, clapping his hands.
"Ah, it's over just like that?" Jiang Shuying spoke weakly.
For some reason, although it was quite difficult to endure at the time, that strange sensation had left her reluctantly longing for more.