Li Hanchen was a lot calmer by now. He took the glass of water and finished it all in a few gulps.
Mu Sheng wanted to remove the needles, but Li Hanchen retrieved a rubber band from the cabinet beside him. "Tie your hair up."
"Don't you think you're going overboard?" Although Li Hanchen was her rice bowl, Mu Sheng felt he was making too many strange demands.
Li Hanchen picked up his phone and transferred Mu Sheng $1,000. "Your hair is stabbing me."
Mu Sheng's eyes lit up when she saw the transfer. "Fine. Since you're the one paying me, you can call the shots."
Mu Sheng happily tied her hair up. She continued to remove the needles from Li Hanchen's body before she massaged him for about 30 minutes to help relax his muscles.
