Half an hour later, Qin Xi retracted her hand. Her face was pale and her body was drenched in sweat, looking like she was fresh out of the river.
She wiped the sweat off her forehead and calmed her breathing. She removed the silver needles from Han Shi's body one by one.
When she removed the needles, Qin Xi was already on the verge of collapse. Her vision darkened and she staggered, almost falling. Fortunately, Han Shi caught her in time.
He looked flustered. "Wifey, what's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"
"No, I'm fine. I'm just tired. I'll be fine after resting." Qin Xi shook her head weakly.
"Oh, okay, let's sleep!"
Han Shi nodded and carefully carried Qin Xi back to the bed. Then, he crawled into the bed like an eel and hugged Qin Xi without asking. On his face, there was undiluted joy.
