This scene almost made Zhou Fu's eyes pop out.
He felt that what Zhan Qipei was holding in his arms was not the mature master known as the cold Snow Lotus, but a baby needing love and care.
He was so shocked that he almost couldn't perform acupuncture.
With each needle Zhou Fu placed, Zhan Qipei would coo and cajole in a tone that sounded like a loving father doting on his daughter.
It was simply unbearable to watch.
Zhou Fu admitted that this acupuncture treatment would be the biggest challenge of his life!
"Alright!" Zhou Fu straightened up, wiped the sweat off his forehead with his hand, clearly sweating profusely.
"You can leave now." After issuing the eviction order, Zhan Qipei carried Qiao Jing to bed, pulled up the covers, placed Qiao Jing into his embrace, and cushioned Qiao Jing's head on his arm.
His other arm went around, placed on Qiao Jing's back, patting gently on and off.
Zhou Fu took a deep breath, fine! He better leave quickly.