Acupuncture could not be distracted, so the location was changed to Zhao Shihao's room. Elder Zhao, Sun Jia, Chen Haoguo, and Chen Haoxuan were left outside the room.
Zhao Shihao, who had experienced acupuncture once, did not reject acupuncture. In his opinion, acupuncture was much more comfortable than using needles to hang IVs. Zhao Shihao very consciously took off his shirt and lay naked on the bed.
Inside Chen Meng'er was the soul of an adult. In her eyes, Zhao Shihao's small body was nothing.
On the other hand, Zhao Shihao, who was lying on the bed, was blushing like a tomato. Fortunately, Zhao Shihao was lying on the bed with his face buried in the pillow. Chen Meng'er, who was standing by the bed, did not see him. Otherwise, Chen Meng'er would have asked Zhao Shihao worriedly, what was wrong with him? Why did his face turn so red?
