If a woman asks a man who shows up at her house what he did to her last night, how should the man respond?

Most men's answers are of these two kinds - I fell on you or it was a misunderstanding, I didn't do anything.

Obviously, the former will be dumped with a big mouth by a woman, and then call the police to warn you of sexual harassment, and the latter will also be thrown with a big mouth by a woman, and then choose to call the police or believe it after verification.

It is conceivable that no matter what you say, you can't escape the fate of being slapped in the mouth.

"I saved you last night." Yan Murong replied very smartly-Sure enough, this answer was not slapped by Teng Xiangling.

"You saved me?" Teng Xiangling asked suspiciously, thought about it for a long time, and finally remembered what happened yesterday.

He was in a terrible mood, so he ran to a small bar to drink, and then when he got home, he was blocked by three thugs, and then he fell and fainted.

It seemed that he had not lied to himself, and if he hadn't saved himself, he would not have been at home, and besides, when he woke up just now, his clothes were nothing unusual except for some dirt and the smell of alcohol—but she did not understand how this man knew where he lived.

Yan Murong seemed to have guessed her thoughts, and hurriedly said. "It rained last night, and I saw it in your bag to find out where you lived, and then—then, it rained heavily, and I didn't leave."

The first half of the sentence was true, and when the second half of the sentence came out, even Yan Murong felt a little weak, and quickly added in his heart, in fact, the sofa was too comfortable, and he was reluctant to leave.

When he thought about it, he didn't feel empty-hearted.

"I believe in you." Teng Xiangling coldly spit out a few words.

"That's good." Yan Murong finally breathed a sigh of relief, he has lived for twenty-five years, and he still maintains the virgin body of a pillar of optimus every morning, only hoping that one day he can find a woman he loves and then take off this virgin hat that has accompanied him for more than 20 years, so as to get rid of poverty and become well-off, but if this woman misunderstands and calls the police, even if he has a mouth above and a microphone below, he can't explain clearly.

"Get out." The woman rode lightly with red lips and spat out a word that was not very nice.

Yan Murong was stunned, he felt that there must be something wrong with his ears, what did the woman say just now?

"Get out." Seeing Yan Murong looking at him in a daze, Teng Xiangling repeated.

"-I thought you'd say thank you."

"Get out-" Before he finished speaking, Teng Xiangling's face suddenly turned pale, he bit his lip, covered his lower abdomen with both hands, and large beads of sweat dripped down his smooth forehead, and his expression looked extremely painful.

Yan Murong was taken aback like this, he was fine just now, why did this happen?

"What's wrong with you?" Yan Murong hurriedly took two steps, trying to help her up.

"Get out." Teng Xiangling repeated again with difficulty.

"Okay." Yan Murong said helplessly. "I can roll, but I am a doctor, and my master said that the heart of the doctor is the heart of the parents, and if it is the patient, we will be cured."

After speaking, regardless of whether she objected or not, she walked over quickly, picked up Teng Xiangling, who was squatting on the ground, and put it on the sofa where she slept last night.

Having close contact with this woman again, Yan Murong could still smell the faint body fragrance on her body, plus she slept all night with her clothes on, she sweated a lot on her body, and the alcohol was also discharged with sweat, and the body fragrance and wine fragrance seemed to smell better.

Human beings always have a feeling of infatuation with beautiful things - after greedily sniffing the mixed fragrance a few times, Yan Murong settled his mind and grabbed Teng Xiangling's wrist.

Unexpectedly, Teng Xiangling didn't struggle this time, just frowned and let Yan Murong do it.

She is a teacher at the University of Traditional Chinese Medicine, so she naturally knows that Yan Murong gave her a pulse, besides, this kid said that he is a doctor.

In fact, she didn't need to take the pulse, she also knew that she was just habitual dysmenorrhea, she was drenched in the rain last night, and she slept in some damp clothes all night, so she had pain in her lower abdomen.

"It's not a big deal." Grabbing the snow-white wrist and touching it for a long time, Yan Murong said. "It's just that I got cold last night, your menstrual period is almost coming, and you still have habitual menstrual cramps, so you suddenly have pain."

"You're also a Chinese medicine practitioner, right?" Yan Murong suddenly asked, yesterday, he saw that her work card was written as a teacher of pharmacy at Yanjing University of Traditional Chinese Medicine.

Teng Xiangling blinked at Yan Murong with two watery but very cold eyes, and said nothing.

"Well, since you're a Chinese medicine practitioner, why don't you pay attention to your body? And your habitual dysmenorrhea is not a matter of a day or two, judging from the pulse, it seems to have been four or five years. ”

Teng Xiangling's cold eyes suddenly flashed the same look, but he quickly concealed the past - this man can know how long his illness has been by just checking his pulse, and he is a little capable.

"Why don't you cure it radically?" Yan Murong asked.

Regarding medical problems, Teng Xiangling also had a hint of the idea of discussing it with him, and looked at Yan Murong for a while before speaking. "It's been cured, but it's not cured."

"I can help you." Yan Murong said seriously. "You should have a silver needle in your house, right? I can help you heal completely. ”

"It can't be cured, I tried."

"That's because you're not good enough."

"I said, it can't be cured." Teng Xiangling still said stubbornly.

"If I say I can cure it, I can cure it." Yan Murong was also very stubborn in arguing with her.

So, the eyes of the two met again, staring at each other without saying a word, like a cockfight.

"Okay." Yan Murong was a little furious by her cold eyes, so she turned her gaze away and said. "This disease can really be cured."

Seeing that Yan Murong's tone softened, Teng Xiangling stopped arguing with him and pointed to a drawer under the TV cabinet. "The needle is there."

Yan Murong stood up, walked over and took out a small medicine box from the drawer, took out a box of needle boxes with quite delicate packaging in it, and then used a cotton swab to stick the alcohol to eliminate the poison before looking at Teng Xiangling and said. "Pull up your pants." - After speaking, I was afraid that she would misunderstand what she wanted to do to her, so I explained. "I'm going to needle your sea of blood."

Teng Xiangling naturally didn't think much about it, he knew that the Xuehai acupoint was 2 inches on the inner upper edge of the patella, when the bulge on the inner side of the quadriceps head could treat symptoms such as menstrual irregularities, dysmenorrhea, and leakage - but she didn't understand, she had tried this acupuncture point herself, and it could only be temporarily conditioned, but it could not be eradicated.

"Are you trying to say that this acupuncture point can't completely eradicate your disease?" Yan Murong asked with a smile.

"Yes." Teng Xiangling pulled up his trouser leg and nodded honestly. "I tried."

"I said, that's because your level is not enough." Yan Murong opened his mouth and smiled, revealing a row of small white teeth that had not yet been brushed, and at the same time, with a flick of his wrist, the silver needle was inserted into Teng Xiangling's blood sea acupoint.

The technique is not bad, Teng Xiangling only felt a numbness in his legs, and did not feel any pain, and praised Yan Murong in his heart - this guy's kung fu in recognizing acupoints is not bad, he doesn't need to look or touch, just put the needle directly.

As soon as he wanted to say something, Teng Xiangling's eyes widened, and an incredible expression appeared on his pale face.

Why is that—why is there a warm current hitting my lower abdomen?