"I'm willing," Ding Xiaoning agreed without hesitation. She might not fully trust Gu Lin, but she trusted Lin Feng. Perhaps it was the unique comfort of their first meeting that allowed the seed of trust to take root and sprout in her heart.
Lin Feng took out the silver needle he had prepared earlier, pulled out the needle, disinfected it, and manipulated it as smoothly as flowing clouds and water. The three women watched with pleasure.
Soon, several silver needles were inserted into Ding Xiaoning's head and neck. As Lin Feng vibrated them, the needles trembled too, and Ding Xiaoning felt a warm current originating from the needles and gathering towards her throat.
Ding Xiaoning felt an intense itch in her throat and finally couldn't help but cough. Lu Yuxin and Gu Lin showed worried expressions, knowing it would be troublesome if the cough damaged her throat. Not to mention singing, it would take a long time to recover.
