Mo Qian was taking advantage of the fact that his current situation was special and that it would not be suitable for her to reject him. That was why he was so bold and direct. He grabbed her hand and did not let go when he came up. This showed that he had nothing to fear.
As Zhuang Xian thought about this, she raised her brows and looked into Mo Qian's eyes.
The atmosphere in the room slowly turned ambiguous.
Zhuang Xian thought for a moment, then said gently, "If you keep holding on to me like this, how am I supposed to continue with the acupuncture? Don't tell me you want to be a Porcupine?"
As Zhuang Xian spoke, she glanced at Mo Qian's calf, which was already full of silver needles, and the corners of her mouth lifted slightly teasingly.
