In the break room.
Yu Ting's mind was in turmoil, constantly wondering which acupoint to choose.
Poking his eyes was out of the question, as that would blind him.
Poking his mouth? Wouldn't that be the same as her wrapping her lips around Lu Ping's finger?
Poking his nose? That would be too embarrassing, wouldn't it?
If it were those two spots, the most private areas, if she really agreed, wouldn't that be akin to achieving some sort of yin-yang harmony?
How should she choose?
The sensation of Lu Ping's large hand on her lower abdomen and the final touch on her navel surfaced in her mind again.
If his fingers poked those two spots, wouldn't that be mortifying?
But for some reason, that peculiar feeling seemed to come alive, ceaselessly calling out in her mind.
This gave rise to a faint desire within her, wondering what it would feel like if it were those two spots?
Before she knew it, an image of Lu Ping's gentle and meticulous... appeared in her mind.