"Stop touching! Let... go... if you keep this up, I'm going to yell!"
Zi Yu felt she was almost out of strength and tried to push Yi Xiaofei away.
"Women are more interesting when they yell!"
"Xiaofei! Stop it... I have something to discuss with you!"
Zi Yu thought of something, twisted her body, and tried to struggle free.
"What's the matter? Can't you talk like this?"
Yi Xiaofei didn't particularly care, and the reason Zi Yu was acting like this was because he was holding onto her waist, using a little trick—a technique from the Acupuncture of the Twelve Meridians—to manipulate specific points on her waist through varying degrees of rubbing. This was a matter of great finesse.
"At the First People's Hospital of Zhonghai City, a patient has arrived with a very strange illness. I don't understand these things! Maybe you could have a look. Western medicine is helpless, but perhaps traditional Chinese medicine can help! Don't you know a lot?"
Zi Yu spoke slowly.
