"I mean the two veins on the back of your hand, thick and straight, very suitable for practicing injections, that's what's enticing."
"Come to think of it, I don't think I've been sick before," Gu Ran recalled, "The last time I had an injection was when I was a child, and it was on my butt."
"Didn't you just fall ill not long ago? Although you were talking sweetly, 'not daring to move' was true, and now you've started lying."
"Sorry," Gu Ran said.
"If you can learn from your error, there's still hope," Su Qing nodded in satisfaction.
She suddenly laughed and said, "Speaking of injections, it reminds me of something that happened to He Qingyan before."
"Is she afraid of injections?" Gu Ran asked.
"No. In college, she suddenly fell ill, went to the hospital, and needed an injection in her bottom. After she lifted her clothes and pulled down her pants, the female nurse kept praising how slim her waist was, how well-turned her butt was."
