Lu Ping ignored his body's instinctive reaction, circulating energy within, and pressed the tips of his fingers down onto the acupoints at the center of Qiao Ziyan's breasts.
His fingers kneaded the soft, silky skin back and forth, the force following the acupoints and pushing into Qiao Ziyan's trachea...
In just a moment, the symptoms of Qiao Ziyan's suffocation had vanished.
Exhale...
Inhale...
Qiao Ziyan suddenly felt her breathing become smooth.
The force in her chest flowed slowly, pleasantly tingling, extremely comforting.
"Mmm..."
She even unconsciously moaned, one sound following another...
It wasn't until Lu Ping stopped his movements that Qiao Ziyan snapped back to reality.
"Lu Ping... Was that an asthma attack just now?"
With her face flushed red, Qiao Ziyan quickly scrambled up, slipping her underwear off from around her neck and wrapping her outer garment tightly around herself.
