Qin Mei ignored him. She lifted his shirt and, twirling a silver needle between her fingers, inserted it into an acupoint on his lower back. As she placed several more silver needles, Jie Jingchen felt the sharp pain gradually subside until it was gone completely.
'Qin Mei really knows her stuff,' Jie Jingchen thought to himself.
Half an hour later, Qin Mei removed the silver needles. When she saw Jie Jingchen still lying face down, she frowned. "I'm hungry. Go heat up the congee for me."
"Go yourself. I can't move," Jie Jingchen refused. He closed his eyes and hugged the pillow, showing no intention of moving at all.
Qin Mei wanted to fly into a rage. 'She gives him acupuncture, he heats up her congee. It's a perfectly reasonable arrangement where no one takes advantage of the other.'
"Jie Jingchen," Qin Mei ground out, glaring at him. "I don't know how."
"You can learn." Jie Jingchen opened his eyes and shot her a cold glance.
