With his eyes closed, Su Shuochi could perfectly imagine his wife's two small, delicate, fair hands.
One holding the silver needles, the other gliding over the ribs on his chest, earnestly searching for the acupoints.
The skin her fingers brushed against felt as if the softest feather in the world was caressing his heart, making his very soul tremble.
Seeing the man shivering uncontrollably, Gu Jiaojiao said, "Su Shuochi, what are you shaking for? I haven't even inserted the needles yet."
"Honey… you really don't know why I'm shaking?" the man asked in a plaintive voice.
"What's there to be upset about? I've been giving you acupuncture for half a month, and you've never shaken like this before."
"Honey, how can you compare then and now? When I first met you and you gave me acupuncture, my mind was clear of distractions, so of course I was calm."
