"Zhizhi, stop moving around. How am I supposed to give you acupuncture if you keep fidgeting like this?" Gong Juechen tried to persuade gently.
"Fine, I won't move. I'll get back at you next time," Ye Zhi huffed.
"Can you not get back at me?"
"No!"
"Then can you not hit the face?"
"I wasn't planning to hit your face originally, but since you mentioned it, I'll go for the face next time."
"..."
It was then that Gong Juechen inserted the first silver needle into an acupoint on Ye Zhi's back.
"If it hurts, just say," although Gong Juechen had very gently and slowly inserted the needle to minimize any pain.
The needle's prick was slightly irritating as it entered the skin, but to Ye Zhi, such pain was negligible.
She had been shot before.
Still, she responded with a nod: "Mm."
At the same time, she closed her eyes.
Gong Juechen was focused on performing the acupuncture and stopped talking to Ye Zhi, who was already too tired. Soon, she fell asleep, sleeping soundly.
