Lu Yang did not answer Xue Zhenmei's question.
"The acupuncture session is over..." he said to himself.
Xue Zhenmei sighed in relief.
She felt that this issue would probably end here.
Yes, this treatment would likely end here as well.
Fortunately, fortunately, it had finally ended.
This treatment had been a bit too, a bit too embarrassing to speak of.
What on earth had she done before?
Xue Zhenmei, oh Xue Zhenmei, you must control yourself, control yourself.
"Aunt Zhenmei, we will now proceed to the second and most critical part of the treatment!" Lu Yang's voice sounded again.
Xue Zhenmei was dumbfounded.
It wasn't over?
It was to continue?
Oh God, how could it continue, she couldn't continue anymore.
She had already gone mad once, she couldn't go mad a second time.
Otherwise, even an apology might not suffice—not to mention, at her age, even if she were to take advantage of Lu Yang, it would still be her who benefits.
