***
He annoyedly reached up to smack his own head.
In the past, he always found it baffling how some men could be so utterly bewitched by their women.
Now he found that his mind was often filled with such thoughts as well.
He guessed it was the sweet bliss of love's first taste that did it.
"Eh? Why are you hitting your own head?"
Just then, Mai Xiaomai turned her head and saw him tapping his head. She asked in confusion, "You spent so long in the toilet just now, constipated? Smacking your head might clear your meridians but won't clear your stomach. I'll go to the Chinese medicine clinic later and buy a set of silver needles to give you acupuncture, help with your digestion."
"I'm not constipated."
Qiao Chutian glumly glanced at her and said, "And I don't want acupuncture."
"Gaga, are you scared of needles?"
Mai Xiaomai saw a trace of nervousness in his expression when he mentioned acupuncture, so she asked amusedly.
