Gong Lu struggled, but he was no match for Yan Zhengchen. He was exasperated and wished he could bite him. "Yan Zhengchen, let go of me!"
"No way. Who asked you to not cooperate obediently? Be obedient and get the acupuncture. Don't even think about resisting." Yan Zhengchen shot Chi Jiao a look.
With the silver needles in hand, Chi Jiao slowly approached Gong Lu and inserted a needle.
The moment the silver needle went in, Gong Lu's expression stiffened. He turned his head away, unwilling to look.
Fortunately, Yan Zhengchen was behind him. He loosened his hold and reached out to cover his eyes. "Don't watch, then you won't be afraid."
Amused, Gong Lu snorted softly. "Do you think I'm a child?"
"Aren't you? Only children are afraid of injections." Yan Zhengchen raised his eyebrows and teased.
Gong Lu was angry. "Wrong. This is acupuncture. It's scarier than an injection, okay?"
