If Not On Him, Who Else?

Before anyone could figure out where Su Yayan took out her pouch from, they all stared, puzzled at the moxibustion bag in her hands, and asked, "What's this…"

Su Yayan opened up her pouch to reveal a gleaming row of long, sparkling thin needles.

A bad feeling arose from Ning Qirui's heart. Xia Junsheng inhaled sharply and asked carefully, "Yayan, these needles… Are you really gonna prick Qirui with them?"

"If not on him, who else? Who else in this room needs some treatment?" As if Su Yayan remembered something, she looked suggestively at Xia Junsheng and Ning Siyuan. "If you want me to get rid of the problems on both your bodies, I can give you a few jabs as well."

As soon as she was done, Xia Junsheng and Ning Siyuan took a few steps back, putting distance in between themselves and Su Yayan.