In this world, if you create and experience it carefully, you will find that many things in your life have been omens.
Tang Kexin rested outside for a while. After the alcohol dissipated, she walked into the brightly lit living room silently and carefully. She saw that Bo Yi had pulled out a mahogany box from the bookcase in front of the hall. It seemed that there was a period of history.
He looked at Zhuang Haoran in confusion...
Zhuang Haoran stood aside, looked at her and smiled slightly, and said, "Don't be afraid. We just want to help you, but I haven't thought about taking you over so quickly, and I didn't even give you mental preparation."
"Uh...what the hell were you talking about?" Tang Kexin stood by the door nervously and looked at them.
But Bo Yi didn't say anything, and walked upstairs with the box, then said, "Come up."
Zhuang Haoran nodded, then came to Kexin's side, gently held her waist, and said, "Go up..."
Tang Kexin stood there a little scared and didn't dare to walk up.
Zhuang Haoran looked at her and said with a smile: "Don't you believe me?"
Tang Kexin raised her head and looked at Zhuang Haoran. Her eyes blinked heavily. She always felt that something big would happen, but she didn't dare to think too much, but just nodded slightly.
"Let's go..." Zhuang Haoran helped Tang Kexin up the stairs and came to the second floor living room. After walking out, a cold wind blew over, a huge terrace, wooden shed, candles with medicine-smelling everywhere, in the center
There was a small white bed, which looked a little cold.
"This is..." Tang Kexin looked at the small bed strangely, leaned against Zhuang Haoran's arms, and asked, "What is this?"
Bo Yi stood on the other end of the terrace, coldly opened the box, took out the needle bag from it, spread it out one by one on the small table beside the bed, and said, "Go in and take a bath before coming out."
"Ah?" Tang Kexin said in more and more confusion: "What happened? What's wrong with me?"
Zhuang Haoran looked at Tang Kexin with a smile and said, "Boyi is not only an excellent owner of the manor, but also an excellent acupuncture doctor. He has saved many people hundreds of times. Even a deaf and mute guest was a while ago.
He cured it with acupuncture. He just tried you with five cups of water. You still had iron and zinc and didn't drink it. He might have a judgment in his heart. I told him about you. He suspected that you were last time-spinned.
The knife causes nerve compression and makes the sense of smell of talent fail... You must know that the process of talent failure will also affect your sense of smell in the future... It will actually gradually weaken. I originally came here this time to discuss with him.
You will be asked to come after you have made a reservation for this matter.”
Tang Kexin looked at Zhuang Haoran in surprise and even said a little excitedly: "What do you mean is that my sense of smell can be restored?"
Zhuang Haoran looked at her with a smile and said, "Yes. Believe him."
Boyi calculated the time and had been dining for more than two hours, so he urged: "Let her take a bath."
"Okay..." Zhuang Haoran looked at Tang Kexin and said with a smile: "Get in."
Tang Kexin was still excited and looked at Zhuang Haoran in the face of the candlelight, wanting to speak but stopping.
Zhuang Haoran hugged her body lightly, sighed under her viscera and said, "It's okay. Go in..."
After hearing this, Tang Kexin had to turn around, follow the instructions of Boyi and walk into a small room on the terrace. Then a strong smell of medicine came. She frowned and gently blocked her nose with her fingers, looking at the bathroom similar to the SF Pavilion.
In the middle, there was a wooden oak barrel parked, full of her unknown medicinal herbs. She was experiencing a strong smell of medicine. She felt a little uncomfortable and took a deep breath.
"Cough cough cough..." Zhuang Haoran walked in a little embarrassedly, looked at Tang Kexin and said, "After taking a bath, come out for half an hour, put on underwear and shorts, and put on a bathrobe, just come out, because after a while,
You have to...behind the needle..."
Tang Kexin looked at him and her face suddenly turned red.
"It's okay..." Zhuang Haoran immediately looked at her comfortably and said with a smile: "I'm right next to you, I will never let you make any mistakes, don't worry. Boyi gives you acupuncture, and he also feels pressure. He is just a doctor, and his mind is in danger.
There are only acupoints inside, there are no other ones, relax, huh?"
Tang Kexin looked at him with a little scruple, and this girl has always been conservative.
"It's really okay..." Zhuang Haoran came to her, hugged her in his arms, gently hugged her, patted her back and said, "Don't worry."
"Well..." Tang Kexin actually understood the truth.
"Then am I going out?" Zhuang Haoran lowered his head and looked at her, held his face and said softly and dotingly.
Tang Kexin raised her head, looked at him, smiled slightly, and said, "Okay."
"Come on!" Zhuang Haoran let go of her lightly, looked at her worriedly, and exited the bathroom and slowly closed the door...
"What are you nervous?" Bo Yi spread the long needle strip, his deep eyes, and only revealed simple and direct thoughts, and asked slowly: "Can you not trust me?"
"Where do I have it?" Zhuang Haoran was still a little uncomfortable, so he raised his head and looked at him, saying, "You really want to stab the back?"
Bo Yi raised his head coldly and looked at him.
Zhuang Haoran had no choice but to smile and remained silent. However, he saw that Bo Yi took out the plum blossom needle, which was a bloodletting needle. When the needle was stabbed, the needle spread and blood flowed out of the inside. He asked in confusion:
"Want to...use this?"
"It depends on the situation." Bo Yi only remembered something and raised his head, looked at Zhuang Haoran and asked seriously and seriously: "Have you ever been to bed with her?"
Zhuang Haoran raised his head awkwardly, looked at him, laughed out loud and said, "What do you mean? I... have something to do with her.... What's the impact of doing acupuncture with you?"
Bo Yi looked at his expression and knew it, and a little smirk appeared.
"You..." Zhuang Haoran couldn't help but laugh and asked, "What are you doing?"
Bo Yi ignored her, but just raised his wrist, looked at the time on the watch, focused for a while, then took off his watch, put it aside, and lit a few candles...
The wind is so strong, and the candles are floating.
Zhuang Haoran stood by the terrace and looked at the endless vineyard. His eyes showed a deep but hot light. He had never done anything he was unsure of, but at this moment, he was still a little worried.
Bo Yi stood calmly beside the small bed, picked up one of the needles, looked under the candlelight, with his eyes sharp, but he said slowly: "She should regain her sense of smell..."
Zhuang Haoran turned around and looked at him.
"Because her life is originally more exciting than it is now." Bo Yi and Tang Kexin spent a short time together and said this.
Zhuang Haoran thought about this sentence without saying a word.
The door, spread gently.
Two men looked over at the same time.
Tang Kexin was wearing a snow-white nightgown with a tight strap around her waist. Her hair was a little wet. She just gently tied it with a clip and several sticks on her snow-white shoulders. She stood barefoot by the door, shy and didn't dare to come...
Zhuang Haoran looked at her deeply before saying, "Come here."
After hearing this, Tang Kexin did not resist. She slowly stepped on the wooden floor, walked out step by step, and moved towards the small bed.
Bo Yi looked at her coldly, not thinking she was like a woman.
Zhuang Haoran's eyes were filled with a smile. He looked at Tang Kexin hugging her nightgown shyly, and walked over carefully. Her small feet stepped lightly, so gentle...
"Sit..." he looked at her and said softly.
Tang Kexin looked at him and sat on the small bed that was not tall with a blushing face.
"Lying down..." Zhuang Haoran gently supported her shoulders with both hands and let her lie down, then looked at her and smiled gently, "I'm not afraid...acupuncture doesn't hurt."
Tang Kexin lay on the small bed, looked at Zhuang Haoran, and suddenly said a little sweetly: "If I die, you will send my ashes here next year. I want to eat wild vegetables..."
"……………” Zhuang Haoran looked at the man helplessly, and laughed with a puff.
Bo Yi looked at her angrily, saying, "If you die, you won't have to worry about it next year. You can withdraw to my vineyard tomorrow."
Tang Kexin did not dare to speak out and showed a grievance.
Bo Yi glanced at her and didn't say anything again, but he still stretched out his hand lightly, grabbed her wrist, and looked at her fetal vein...
Tang Kexin turned her face to look at him in confusion. She used her intentions.
Bo Yi listened carefully to his pulse, his eyes showing a little concentration and coldness.
When Zhuang Haoran saw his eyes like this, he was a little nervous and looked at him.
After listening to the pulse, Bo Yi said nothing, but just raised his head and glanced at him.
Zhuang Haoran asked with a little nervous look, "Is there... not yet?"
"No!" Bo Yi finished speaking lightly, then pulled out a long needle from the cloth strip, sat on the prepared stool, and said: "There are seventy candles here, all of which are floating are sommeliers.
The main seventy flavors of the exam. During the acupuncture process, you slowly say the smell you can smell, and you can't fall down, understand?"
Tang Kexin looked at him and nodded gently.
However, when Zhuang Haoran said that there was no, his sudden strange thought made him breathe, as if he was a little disappointed.
Boyi held a long needle in his hand and leaned gently forward. The first needle was toward Tang Kexin's forehead and the Yintang point should be gently pierced...
Tang Kexin's face frowned, a little scared...
"Don't wrinkle your face. If you're afraid, close your eyes..." Boyi glanced at her and reminded her.
Tang Kexin was gasping for breath, without the courage to close her eyes, but just put her hands between her abdomen and gasped for breath.
Zhuang Haoran sat aside, holding his hand beside the bed, looking at her with heartache.
Bo Yi glanced at her, then put the needle seriously and stabbed her Yintang acupoint lightly.
Tang Kexin was shocked, subconsciously stretched out her hand, grabbed Zhuang Haoran's hand, and gritted her teeth and grabbed it tightly.
Zhuang Haoran looked at the white little hand on the back of his hand, smiled slightly, held her little hand with her back hand, and gently pinched her mother's finger...