Seeing Luo Yang and Hong Jiaxin making a fuss, Suyun was about to persuade them.
Suddenly, Hong Jiaxin stopped struggling, and Suyun breathed a sigh of relief.
Originally, Luo Yang's chest was pressed against Suyun's back, but after Luo Yang turned 180 degrees, he was back-to-back with Suyun.
"Luo Yang, if my meridians have any issues, please remember to help me fix it," Suyun said softly.
"Teacher Su, come, lean against me," Luo Yang said.
So, Suyun had to turn around as well, with her chest pressed against Luo Yang's back.
"Teacher Su, wrap your hands around my waist," Luo Yang requested again.
Suyun hesitated for a moment but complied.
At this moment, Luo Yang's neck felt a bit ticklish again.
It was because Suyun's face was right at the back of Luo Yang's head, her warm breath sprayed onto Luo Yang's nape.
Still needing to whisper to Hong Jiaxin, Luo Yang had to endure it.
