I Don’t Understand His Motives

Shen Hanyu's consciousness was a little blurry. He could only vaguely hear the girl's voice comforting him gently.

"I'm almost done, just bear with it a little longer."

Shen Hanyu endured it and gradually fell asleep.

Sang Qianqian heaved a long sigh of relief. After acupuncture, his nerves would relax slightly, and it was normal for him to fall asleep.

She put away the silver needles, beads of sweat rolling down her forehead.

Even though she had practiced countless times under Director Xue's guidance, she was still nervous treating Shen Hanyu for the first time.

Fortunately, everything went smoothly.

Sang Qianqian pulled the blanket over Shen Hanyu, and her eyes inadvertently glanced at the cup of pomelo juice on the table.

She was really thirsty, and she also missed the taste of pomelo juice. In the end, she couldn't resist the temptation. She took the cup and took a sip.