"Brother Tian, you're truly a magician, I feel like a pair of women's delicate hands are massaging my head, it's supremely comfortable." Liu Wenxing, with his eyes closed, said in a blissful tone.
"Could you please shut your mouth? It's my hands that are doing the acupuncture right now, not a woman's!" Lin Tian said, quite dissatisfied.
Hearing Liu Wenxing's analogy, Lin Tian nearly got goosebumps and almost couldn't help but jab him a few times with the needle to teach him the consequences of making inappropriate comparisons.
"Alright, I'll stop talking; Brother Tian, please continue." Liu Wenxing said timidly, actually afraid that Lin Tian's hand might slip, driving the long Golden Needle into his body, the mere thought of which was terrifying.
