Could it be that she liked herself, but because Song Zilian also had the blood of the Song family and was somewhat similar to him, she regarded Song Zilian as her substitute.
[Song Lucun: Suspicion +1%, total mission progress: 22%]
"It's very late, why don't we talk tomorrow. You can rest first." Song Lucun's voice became much gentler when he spoke.
Ji Xinyao saw the data moving, so naturally she would not give up so quickly.
"It won't take long. I just want your injury to heal quickly."
She looked at him with a pair of gentle almond eyes, and her voice was soft when she spoke. Ji Xinyao gently brushed her long hair from her ears, revealing her fair and slender neck. To Song Lucun, it looked like a weak prey showing weakness.
Song Lucun frowned. He couldn't tell what he was thinking. He could only feel that there was something in his heart that felt sorry for Ji Jingxue.
But Ji Xinyao didn't say anything out of line.
He clearly felt that Ji Jingxue was the moon in the sky, and Ji Xinyao was the person beside him. He also thought that if Ji Jingxue was destined not to be able to see him, then it was not impossible to keep Ji Xinyao by his side, and it was just for fun anyway.
But now Song Lucun knew that it was difficult for him to look at Ji Xinyao with a playful attitude. Instead, he regarded the woman in front of him as a savage beast and felt scared.
However, he was afraid, but he also felt inexplicably comfortable being by Ji Xinyao's side.
"Okay. Sorry to trouble you."
Song Lucun sat down again and spread out his injured hand.
"Is it enough to apply acupuncture on the hand?"
"Don't worry, I have to diagnose you again."
Ji Xinyao held his face with her hands. When she walked in, she first looked at his face and then asked him to stick out his tongue. Traditional Chinese medicine doctors looked, smelled, and felt, and pulse diagnosis was the last step.
She was so close that Song Lucun could even smell the faint body fragrance on her body.
"How did you get injured?" Ji Xinyao asked him.
Before Song Lucun had time to answer, a faint male voice suddenly came from outside the door.
"I hit him."
Song Zilian stood outside the door with no intention of coming in. Ji Xinyao could see through the small gap in the paper window that his back was turned to them.
Song Lucun suddenly felt a little embarrassed. Doesn't this seem like he is not a man?
"When were you here?" he asked displeasedly.
"I saw that you quietly followed the girl's room in the middle of the night. I was worried, so I was guarding the door. Don't worry, I won't disturb you."
In other words, he has been here since the beginning.
Ji Xinyao lowered her head, looked at Song Lucun's injured area, and murmured, "My hand is very strong, and the silver needle has to penetrate three points into the skin. Since you are already outside, why not come in and help."
Of course Song Lucun didn't want Song Zilian to get involved, so he immediately said, "It seems that I came at the wrong time, so let me go."
What he meant by this was that he wanted Ji Xinyao to choose one of the two.
Ji Xinyao had no intention of choosing.
She said to Song Zilian at the door, "By the way, come in and help me hold him down. This disease must be cured whether he can cure it or not!"
Song Zilian immediately took action, opened the door and quickly controlled Song Lucun, with a hint of personal revenge, like a police arresting a prisoner, grabbing his arms with one hand, pressing his head with the other, and pushing him forward
Press on the table.
"Uh..." Song Lucun cried out in pain.
Ji Xinyao saw the incompatible posture between the two and quickly pulled Song Zilian's hands off.
"What are you doing? You're so harsh on his old injuries and I'm about to inflict new ones before they're healed. Also, how can I give him acupuncture while you're holding his hand?"
After being scolded by her, Song Zilian lowered his head like a pitiful puppy and had no choice but to loosen his grip.
"Then should I still hold him down?"
"Just hold his shoulders down." Ji Xinyao ordered.
Song Zilian put his hand on Song Lucun's shoulder, and Song Lucun felt very funny when he saw his expression.
It turns out that even a lofty and arrogant person like Song Zilian has such a humble attitude when pursuing girls.
Song Zilian had just taken the opportunity to avenge his personal revenge, and he didn't mind going back as a villain to take revenge.
"It hurts...are you trying to crush my shoulder with such force?" Song Lucun frowned and said with a hint of tea.
Ji Xinyao's eyes were naturally attracted and she said softly, "Song Zilian, I told you to be gentle."
Song Zilian's eyes widened. He never expected that a wealthy man like Song Lucun would actually resort to framing someone.
"Xinyao, I didn't...he wronged me!" Song Zilian said firmly.
Song Lucun sighed, "Now that one of my hands is injured, I can't argue with you. If you want to bring your personal grudges to the island, and you want to kill me quickly, then do it, lest Xin Yao
Staying up all night is a waste of time."
"Xinyao, I..."
"Okay, you two, stop arguing. Are you bothered by the chirping?" Ji Xinyao held her forehead speechlessly, "Song Zilian, just grab his clothes. He can't take off his clothes and go out."
Not letting the two of them have physical contact is the best way she can think of now.
After that, Ji Xinyao asked Song Lucun to stretch out his hand and help him apply acupuncture.
She controlled the precision of inserting the needle, so every time the needle was inserted, her little finger would stay on his arm for a moment.
Song Lucun narrowed his eyes slightly, wanting to continue to anger Song Zilian.
"Xinyao, your hands are so cold."
Originally, Song Zilian didn't pay attention to such details, but after Song Lucun mentioned it, he felt jealous and even glanced at the corner of his mouth.
But he knew clearly that Song Lucun did it on purpose, so he also deliberately turned his face to the invisible side, and said every word in his throat, "I can't see it."
"Of course someone as inconsiderate as you can't see it. If it were me, I would give Xinyao the clothes. It's late and the night is as cold as water."
Song Zilian's face froze slightly. He was about to let go of Song Lucun and go get clothes for Ji Xinyao, but was stopped by Ji Xinyao.
"Song Zilian, just stand here, I'm not cold."
"When a girl says no, she means she wants it. You don't do that..." Before Song Lucun could finish speaking, he suddenly found himself speechless.
Ji Xinyao looked at him for a moment and said, "Song Lucun, let me teach you, this is the mute point. If you insert a silver needle for one point, you won't be able to speak for an hour. If you provoke me again, I will insert another point and let you
I can’t speak for a whole day.”
"When a girl says no, she means she wants it. You don't do that..." Before Song Lucun could finish speaking, he suddenly found himself speechless.
Ji Xinyao looked at him for a moment and said, "Song Lucun, let me teach you, this is the mute point. If you insert a silver needle for one point, you won't be able to speak for an hour. If you provoke me again, I will insert another point and let you