"Alright. I'll tell you everything I know, without holding anything back."
Su Yanyun came over, her body still a little unsteady.
She had, after all, already downed two glasses of strong erguotou—a considerable amount of alcohol.
Jiang Xinghai stepped forward to steady her. "Would you like some tea or coffee?"
"You don't think I've had too much to drink, do you?"
Su Yanyun's eyes narrowed. She plopped onto the sofa and pulled Jiang Xinghai down beside her. "Aren't you a doctor?" she added. "And an expert in acupuncture and massage? You can sober me up with your techniques."
"Then you'll have to excuse me."
Jiang Xinghai extended one hand, pointing toward a spot on Su Yanyun's torso.
"Wait!"
Although Su Yanyun was tipsy, she was still clear-headed enough to grab his outstretched finger. "You aren't planning on taking advantage of me, are you?"
The direction of his finger was clear, aimed at the spot right below her breasts.
"You've misunderstood, Miss Su."
