Ye Qingci looked at him speechlessly, "Do you know how to do it?"
"I didn't before," Jian Shichu said, playing with the cupping jar in his hand, "but I've learned now."
Ye Qingci: "…That fast?"
Jian Shichu glanced at her, "Don't believe me?"
"I do!" Ye Qingci quickly said, "Our Seventh Master Jian has an exceptional memory and talent, so of course, you'd pick up something like this quickly!"
Jian Shichu was amused by her, pinched her nose, and said, "Little girl, you're getting more and more clever."
"…" Ye Qingci silently retorted in her heart.
Of course!
Could she afford not to be clever?
Whenever Seventh Master Jian got into the mood, he'd start taking off clothes. How could her little body withstand that?
After Jian Shichu prepared the cupping jars, he had Ye Qingci lie down on the bed. He placed them one by one along her meridians on her back.
Fifteen minutes later, he removed the cupping jars, leaving a patch of dark purple bruises underneath.
