Demon King Sheng looked at his girl pursing her lips, desperately shaking her head with a fearful yet adorable expression, and smiled, "Be good, I'll gently prick, it won't hurt much."
"Gently prick, it won't hurt much?" Handsome B felt his anger skyrocket to ten thousand points in an instant! You damn scoundrel, always deceiving girls!
"I don't want to! I'm scared!" They say each finger is connected to the heart, and even a light prick at the hospital for a blood sugar test is unbearable. If he uses that thick bamboo stick to penetrate the nail bed and remove the bad flesh and blood clots, who would believe it wouldn't hurt?
Sheng Shaochen saw her so nervous that she clenched all her fingers into fists, making it impossible to proceed with the 'surgery.' His tone deepened, "Are you sure you don't want to?"
