"Bear with it, this acupoint is for sobering up."
It was just a prick of the needle, a sensation too slight even to be considered pain.
Bo Yanching had faced real dangers much worse than this without making a sound.
Yet, Nan Jiaojiao's concern made him feel appreciated, so he followed along and lightly hummed in agreement.
After Nan Jiaojiao finished the acupuncture, she cleaned the needle with the tissue she held in her hand, though she had already wiped it clean before using it on him.
She reached into his trouser pocket, took out his wallet, pulled out two bills for the waiter, and put the nametag back.
Then, she snapped the wallet shut and put it back in Bo Yanching's pocket.
As their eyes met, Bo Yanching was looking at her, and only then did she explain, "I borrowed something from someone and should be thankful."
By saying that, she was treating him as one of her own.
Bo Yanching's mood brightened, and he tousled her hair, "You did the right thing."