She struggled to maintain a composed expression, trying to convey she wasn't embarrassed in the slightest, and said softly, "I'm here to perform acupuncture on you."
"Such a dissembler," Mo Yinhe remarked, the amusement in his eyes unmistakable. He accepted her unspoken olive branch. "Mingjing, I'm delighted that you're so concerned about my health."
"You don't act like it, or you wouldn't have ignored my messages. Do you think it's easy being a doctor?"
"Stop complaining. I was angry at the time."
However, her act of pursuing him all this way had warmed his lonely heart, and he decided to be magnanimous and not hold it against her.
Mo Yinhe unbuttoned his military uniform, sat down in the chair, and casually propped his long legs on the coffee table.
"Come over. If you're angry, just stick a few more needles in me."
