Zhuang Liu retracted his gaze and continued to gently wipe Tan Rou's sweat. He still did not say a word. The entire room was so quiet that not a single sound could be heard.
Lu Qing suddenly understood why Tan Rou had chosen Zhuang Liu to wipe her sweat. They had a tacit understanding. When one applied the needles, the other would wipe away her sweat. Even if they didn't speak, they cooperated perfectly. Besides, acupuncture required a quiet environment, and an assistant who did not ask questions was very important.
Half an hour later, all the treatments were over. After Tan Rou removed the silver needles, she collapsed on the chair beside her.
"Xiao Rou, are you alright?" Zhuang Liu continued to wipe her sweat.
Tan Rou shook her head at him. "I'm fine. I just need to rest for a while."
