It didn't take long for Li Chen to finish his soup, and then he stared eagerly at Wan'er.
"Wan'er, why don't I see any breakfast?" Li Chen felt as if his stomach was a bottomless pit, and the soup had been of no use at all.
"Brother Cheen, this is medicinal soup, not breakfast," Ouyang Wan'er said, watching Li Chen's slightly embarrassed look and covering her mouth to giggle. "We can go out for breakfast later, but first, we need to do some healing."
"Brother Cheen, lie down." Ouyang Wan'er took out her Silver Needles.
Li Chen lay down on the couch, and then Ouyang Wan'er lifted the back of his shirt. As the Silver Needles pierced his body, he felt a wave of warmth spread inside him.
Comfortable, lazy, like basking in the sun.
Meanwhile, Ouyang Wan'er's slim hands were kneading Li Chen's back, helping with the healing.
