Feng Lin had been treating her for a full fifteen minutes.
He then retracted the silver needles, although he could actually have treated her for a few more hours.
But his own body was starting to give out.
"All right,"
Feng Lin said as he stood up.
"Don't leave!"
Chi Jinghong said, and then her figure disappeared from the spot.
Feng Lin looked down at his palm in a daze.
Just now, he had first used silver needles to relax her body, pricking a great many acupuncture points.
In the future, if he attacked her by pricking other acupuncture points unexpectedly, she likely wouldn't be able to react in time.
...
Chi Jinghong was in her usual battle attire in the room at the top of the Black Tower.
She touched her own face, which was burning hot.
"What exactly happened just now? Why did my body relax so much?"
Chi Jinghong had never felt so carefree.
That feeling was like a tense nerve suddenly relaxing.
Just this once, she had grown fond of that sensation.
