Fu Ciyi said frankly: "It was probably the soup I drank at noon."
"But we drank the soup too." Yan Funing realized, "Is your bowl wrong?"
"Um."
"Mom wants you and me..."
"Um."
After understanding the whole story, Yan Funing sighed: "Fu Ciyi, you have suffered so much."
Fu Ciyi gave a short laugh: "I told you before, I didn't mean that, it was mother's idea."
"I believe you." Yan Funing sat on the edge of the bed and pressed the acupuncture points on his lower back. "I'm going to start acupuncture. It might be a little sore at first, but you should be able to bear it."
"I'm not Bei Mo, just go ahead and do it."
"good."
Yan Funing opened the silver needle bag, picked up a silver needle, roasted it over the candle flame for a while, and then pierced his lower back.
Repeat this process until eight silver needles are inserted into the lower back.
She pulled a corner of the two thin quilts on the bed to cover his shoulders and back.
After half a minute, she asked him, "How do you feel?"
“Not very good.”
Fu Ciyi clenched his fists to restrain himself, cold sweat breaking out on his forehead.
Yan Funing was startled: "The thought has become stronger, hasn't it?"
"Yeah." Fu Ciyi gritted his teeth and said anxiously, "Go back to the bedroom quickly and close the door."
Yan Funing had just taken a handkerchief to wipe the sweat off his forehead when she heard these words.
Knowing that the effects of the soup had all been released at this moment, she hurriedly stood up.
Unexpectedly, the man jumped up.
Then, she felt dizzy, and the next moment, she was pressed down on the bed by him.
The man's body felt heavy, pressing her so hard that she couldn't breathe.
At this moment, the corners of his eyes were already bloodshot, as if he wanted to swallow her into his stomach.
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