Today, Song Xiaodong still had to give Xiao Yingying acupuncture. After exchanging a few words, Song Xiaodong and Xiao Yingying went to her room together.
After the acupuncture was done, Xiao Yingying grabbed Song Xiaodong's hand and gently pressed it against her chest, smiling sweetly, "Brother Dongzi, I'm so happy today."
"Don't be too happy, control your emotions," Song Xiaodong's hand did not pull away.
"Mhm, I know, I need to live well now. Sister Qingqing agreed with me, so I can really be with you in the future, and even in a few years, I could have your children."
Song Xiaodong laughed, "You're really thinking ahead."
"Can I come in?" Miao Qingqing's voice came from outside the door at that moment.
"It's okay, come in," Song Xiaodong responded, removing his hand from Xiao Yingying's chest and pulled the covers over her.
After Miao Qingqing came in, she sat directly by the bed and asked, "How was the effect today?"
