Compared with Huo Shiyue’s calm composure, Huo An was so shocked that he nearly tripped over his own feet.
What had he just witnessed? Was the eldest Miss Su really flirting with his young master?
But then he took another look at Su Ni’s petite, twig-like figure and suddenly felt that he was being a little too uncharitable. She was clearly only an eighteen-year-old girl.
What a sin, what a sin!
“Hmm, you’ve recovered quite well.” After getting a good look, Su Ni released his wrist and said, “Since that’s the case, I’ll start treating you with acupuncture today to purge the toxins from your body.”
Su Ni spread the silver needles out on the table. The sight of dozens of needles of different lengths made Huo An’s scalp prickle.
Huo Shiyue glanced at the rows of silver needles, his expression unchanged. He nodded slightly.
“What do I need to do?”
“Take off your clothes and lie down.”
Miss Su really knew how to say things that left people speechless. Huo An had no idea what to say anymore.
But Huo Shiyue had already risen from his wheelchair and begun unbuttoning his shirt. His movements were decisive, without the slightest hesitation or awkwardness.
Huo An hurriedly swallowed the words that had reached his lips. The person involved himself had no objection, so what could he say?
Seeing that Huo Shiyue had already taken off his outer trousers and was reaching for his undergarments, Su Ni happened to turn around.
She blinked as she watched what he was doing. There was not the slightest hint of embarrassment or shyness on her face as she calmly said, “You don’t need to take those off.”
She felt that she was still quite considerate. At the very least, she had left Huo Shiyue a little dignity.
Huo Shiyue paused at her words, then quietly murmured, “Mm.”
He stopped undressing, leaving his undergarments on, then promptly lay face down on the bed and waited quietly for Su Ni to begin the acupuncture.
Su Ni turned back with a silver needle between her fingers, only to be greeted by a rather striking sight.
Huo Shiyue lay on the bed, the contours of the muscles across his back clearly defined. His physique was lean and powerful, his lines firm yet smooth, radiating strength.
His waist was exceptionally slender, yet carried a restrained sense of power. Below it were his well-shaped hips, the graceful curve still visible beneath his clothing. His long, evenly muscled legs stretched out casually, lending the entire scene an effortless allure.
For a brief moment, even Su Ni was caught off guard.
She couldn’t help thinking that if all those women in Jingbei who were crazy about Huo Shiyue saw him like this, they would probably throw themselves at him without a second thought.
Su Ni quickly came back to herself and banished those distracting thoughts from her mind. She walked over to the bed and placed the sterilized silver needles beside it.
She leaned forward slightly and gently rested her slender fingers against Huo Shiyue’s back. First, she carefully pressed several key acupuncture points, then said softly, “The toxins in your body have accumulated for too long, causing some stagnation in your circulation. I’ll use the needles to clear it up in a moment. The first treatment will be quite painful.”
Huo Shiyue gave a quiet “Mm.” His voice was deep and steady.
“Go ahead. I can handle it.”
Compared with the agony he had endured every night in the past, what was a little pain like this?
Su Ni’s gaze instantly became focused as she devoted herself completely to the acupuncture treatment.
As the silver needles pierced his skin, the muscles in Huo Shiyue’s back tensed slightly. Yet he stubbornly remained silent, enduring the sharp pain.
Su Ni’s technique was practiced and precise. One needle after another was inserted methodically into the acupuncture points. Before long, Huo Shiyue’s back was covered with silver needles.
Huo An stood to the side, so nervous that cold sweat poured from his forehead. His hands were clenched tightly into fists, and his eyes remained fixed on Su Ni’s every movement. He hardly dared to breathe.
He was worried that Huo Shiyue wouldn’t be able to withstand the pain, but at the same time, he couldn’t help doubting Su Ni’s medical skills. After all, she was only eighteen years old.
Could she really cure his young master’s illness?