Zhou Yiwen felt a looseness in his chest as Xu Chunliang unlocked his pressure points. He dared not resist any further. Just as he took a breath, he felt a stabbing sensation in his chest, paused his breathing, and after a moment, slowly sat up from the ground.
Xu Chunliang unhurriedly put his needles back into the needle pouch one by one.
Zhou Yiwen licked his lips, feeling a tingling sensation and thought that his body felt different after the acupuncture: "Your needles are poisoned."
Xu Chunliang nodded: "Cooking certainly requires some seasoning."
