Even his almost frozen body felt tingling.

Murong Xiao was also looking at the other person, but at this moment she completely ignored Qian Yeming, whose eyes darkened because of her touch, and all her attention was focused on the other person's expression.

As I watched the other person's face become increasingly rosy, the worry and heartache in my heart gradually subsided.

"What did you call me just now?"

"Um?"

Qian Yeming's sudden question left Murong Xiao a little confused.

"What did you call me just now?" Qian Yeming asked again persistently and in a good mood.

Murong Xiao was stunned for a moment, then she remembered that she had called him "Ming" in a hurry. She had called him that before, so she just called him casually and didn't care at all.

But someone as attentive as Qian Yeming could hear something special in that cry.

If his memory served him right, from the time they met until they got married, it seemed as if she had never addressed him directly. She had never called him Your Highness the Crown Prince, nor had she ever called him by his name.

But the word "Ming" she had called out in a hurry just now was so smooth and pleasant to the ear. It was as if she had always called him that, as if the word "Ming" had already been called by her thousands of times and it was so smooth.

He even began to wonder if he had lost his memory before. Before then, he and the woman before him had been a loving couple, or even a married couple. Otherwise, why did the sound of "Ming" sound so sweet? If the call hadn't been tempered countless times, how could a single "Ming" reveal so much information?

"I... I think calling you Ming sounds better. Or do you think I should call you Prince or Husband?" Murong Xiao obviously didn't understand the numerous emotions in Qian Yeming's heart, and thought that he was just struggling with how she should address him.

"No, just call me Ming! I like being called that."

Hearing the titles "Crown Prince" and "Husband", Qian Yeming frowned almost imperceptibly. He didn't like such harsh titles at all. He just liked her calling him "Ming".

Although it was only one word, and although some of his friends also called him that, he could feel the difference in the way Murong Xiao called this name compared to others.

This feeling is warm and cozy, and he likes it very much.

Murong Xiao responded to Qian Yeming's childish words with a smile, his eyes full of laughter.

"I'm going to press a few of your painful points. It won't take long, but it will be very painful. Please bear with it."

"Just do it, I'm fine." Qian Yeming, who was lying in bed with his body almost covered with silver needles, didn't care at all.

He picked up a thin and long silver needle and dipped it into the potion bottle beside him. When he took it out again, the originally silver-white needle tip had turned black and red.

After pausing at his waist for a moment, he finally decisively clicked in. In just a moment, his originally ice-cold body began to sweat, and Qian Yeming's complexion instantly turned from pale to ashen.

Frowning at Qian Yeming's forehead which was immediately covered with sweat, Murong Xiao began to slowly help him remove the bedding with his other hand.

"How do you feel?" Murong Xiao asked with a frown.

She knew how painful this acupuncture point was. In modern times, some agents were secretly captured by other countries. In order to force them to confess, and in order to avoid leaving any marks of torture on their bodies,