Late at night, I put down my chopsticks and was very concerned about it: "Where should I apply the needle or my forehead?"

A few days ago, his brother's old illness relapsed. Si Mingjing took a few injections on his brother's forehead and it was cured in a blink of an eye. He didn't understand Chinese medicine late at night, but he felt it was magical.

Si Mingjing frowned deeper, and two words overflowed from his lips and teeth reluctantly: "Chest."

Mo Yinhe's eyes, with a hot and gentleness, always fell on Si Mingjing. Seeing that she had never given him any eyes to her as the plague-avoiding god, she felt really good.

I suddenly heard these two words in depression.

Mo Yinhe's thin lips were slightly pursed, and the corners of his lips were almost tilted up slightly.

It was clearly a pleasant smile, but it was interpreted late at night as a knife hidden in the smile.

The alarm bell rang late at night and immediately remedyed: "Miss Si, is there any problem with applying needles when changing the position?"

With his brother's temper, how could he take off all his clothes and ask Miss Si to prick him on his chest!

His brother is already as handsome as a jade-like man, and he wishes to cover himself with a black silk scarf on his face when he goes out. Miss Si is challenging his brother's bottom line!

What if his brother is unhappy and quits treatment?

Si Mingjing wanted to change the place to apply acupuncture to him, but the acupoints were on the front of her chest, and she felt helpless, feeling that she was digging her own grave!

Si Mingjing is very regretful now. Why did she adopt the treatment plan to win in danger?

Now one step is wrong, one step is wrong.

There is a deep abyss ahead, and she must also fly into the flames.

If God wants to destroy me, I can't escape!

"Miss Si, this is absolutely not good. Think about other positions, such as arms and forehead..."

"What's wrong?" Mo Yinhe couldn't listen, and wanted to kick the night away with a long talk. He really didn't have any eyesight.

"Ah?" Yeshen looked incredible: "Brother, is this OK?"

Mo Yinhe didn't say anything, but his long legs restlessly touched Si Mingjing's calf under the table and hooked it.

Si Mingjing was drinking porridge, stood up suddenly, looking at Milky Way incredibly.

He sat in his seat, dressed well, with a decent face and luxurious demeanor. No one could tell how sexy his long legs were under the table.

"Mirror?" Ye Nianbai sat next to him and looked at Si Mingjing in confusion.

Si Mingjing gritted his teeth secretly, sat down again and said, "It's okay."

Then he raised his foot and stomped Mo Yinhe hard.

"Ao!" Yeshen suddenly stood up in pain: "Who stepped on me?"

Si Mingjing: "..."

Build your head quickly and have a quiet meal.

Late at night, he stuck his head under the table and wanted to find the murderer, but unfortunately he couldn't find it.

However, using the elimination method, Ye Shen deeply believed that it must be his brother.

His brother is hinting at him, is his chest perfect?

Ye Shen agreed deeply, and after sitting back, he said, "Miss Si, your chest is on your chest. May I ask, when did you start to acupuncture for my brother? How long does it take to acupuncture every day? Will my brother's chest be pierced with holes?"

It was obviously a very serious matter, but after describing it late at night, Si Mingjing suddenly laughed.

Thousands of holes...

This word made her feel happy.

Suddenly I stopped rejecting it.

Si Mingjing even looked forward to it. She said: "There is no need to suffer from any pain when he treats the disease. When will Mr. Mo have time today? It takes half an hour to get acupuncture each time."
Chapter completed!