"Dr. Lin, just relax, we've reached the last acupoint," Tang Feng whispered.
As he spoke,
his fingers glided between the sweet spot and the darker gate.
Here was the perineum acupoint.
Though Tang Feng was filled with a longing desire for the honeyed spot so close, eager as hell to savor its wondrous landscape,
he knew all too well that haste doesn't bring success.
He made no overt move.
His fingers dutifully found the perineum acupoint and, gripping a silver needle, pierced it.
From speaking to inserting the needle, it all took no more than three seconds.
During this time, Lin Wenjuan was still in a fierce struggle with herself.
When she felt the silver needles enter her body, and Tang Feng's large hand leave, Lin Wenjuan secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
She couldn't help but feel somewhat ashamed.
In the past, while in the emergency department, she had dealt with all sorts of patients and had even examined men's lower bodies.