Yu Youyao heaved a sigh of relief. "I've found it accurately this time."
At first, Zhou Linghuai did not feel much. He only felt a dull pain in his leg. After a while, he vaguely felt a slight numbness and heat in his leg.
After about the time it took to burn an incense stick, Yu Youyao poured some medicinal oil into her hand and rubbed it on his leg. She found another acupuncture point and used different finger techniques to massage it.
The house was very quiet. The charcoal fire in the stove was burning brightly, and Zhou Linghuai was wearing a deer coat. He had felt cold just now, but now, he was a little impatient.
His hands suddenly tightened around the armrests, and the burning sensation between his legs became more and more obvious. There was a soreness, but he couldn't tell if it was uncomfortable or comfortable.
Zhou Linghuai's Adam's apple bobbed, and he had the urge to moan.
