Gu Lingqian tightly clutched the bedsheet, originally thinking that the pain this time would definitely cause cold sweat to stream down.
But unexpectedly, when Xia Yinian's silver needle pricked down, there was no sensation at all.
"Brother Ling, how does it feel? Is it very uncomfortable?"
Xia Yinian stared at him, her face filled with tension. Why did he seem so scared?
But, scared?
How strange, why would the thought of fear come to mind?
How could a man as tough as Brother Ling possibly be scared?
"He's not uncomfortable, he's just scared." Xia Yinian couldn't believe it, but there always seemed to be someone willing to reveal the truth to the world.
"Look at his face..."
"That face is very handsome though, is there something wrong with it?" Xia Yinian looked at Qin Mufeng, her expression full of suspicion.
Gu Lingqian also took this moment to try to relax himself.
If Nian Nian realized he was truly scared, what would become of his image in front of her?
