Take off the skirt?
Nalan Xue's face instantly turned ice-cold, her complexion flushed, and she glared fiercely at Su Fan.
"Dr. Su, do you realize whom you're speaking to?"
Nalan Xue's tone was heavy, laden with a threatening implication.
But Su Fan was not at all flustered.
"No matter who you are, at least for now, you are just my patient. Since you want to be treated, you must cooperate with me," he said.
Seemingly worried that Nalan Xue wouldn't comply, Su Fan added,
"I need to administer acupuncture; if I hit the wrong point, it could be very dangerous. If you don't undress, I won't dare to proceed. If you're unwilling to be treated, then let's just end it here."
Su Fan began packing up his things, ready to leave.
"Wait."
"What, you've decided to agree?" Su Fan turned around.
Nalan Xue laughed.
A cold laugh.
