Luo Ziling immediately felt something was wrong and withdrew his hand at once.
"Sorry, I didn't do it on purpose," he hastily apologized, fearing Yang Qingyin would be angry.
When she opened her eyes and saw Luo Ziling turn his head aside, sitting up straight, Yang Qingyin couldn't help but laugh.
This young man was so endearing.
Her father, Yang Yunlin, had said Luo Ziling often visited Ouyang Feifei's private house, and Fang Dongxun had also mentioned it. But the current Yang Qingyin didn't believe there was anything shady going on between Luo Ziling and Ouyang Feifei. From Luo Ziling's restrained behavior while massaging her just now, she could sense that this young man had not engaged in intimate actions with women before; otherwise, he wouldn't have behaved like that.
Seeing Luo Ziling looking quite embarrassed, Yang Qingyin spoke softly, "Ziling, I feel much better now. How about you continue with the acupuncture? Either numb me or let me sleep, then I won't be scared."
