One by one, the buttons were undone.
His fair complexion and delicate collarbones were on full display, a man radiating an air of nobility. As he undressed, his face held a look of restrained desire. The sight before him was surely enough to tantalize many.
Finally, Kallum admitted defeat. He stared at Calista with a steady gaze and said, “A little sister wouldn't watch her older brother undress.”
Suddenly, Calista scoffed, retaliating without hesitation, “A brother shouldn't always be thinking about kissing his sister.”
With that, she turned around and left without waiting for Kallum's response.
Kallum didn't have much time to think. He swiftly stripped off his clothes, leaving only a pair of relatively long shorts on, before turning over and lying down.
Calista had also gathered his emotions, setting aside eighty-eight silver needles for the acupuncture treatment.
Utilizing this acupuncture technique depleted Calista of her internal energy every session, even inflicting damage to her vitality. Yet, after each treatment, Kallum, who had been tormented by the K virus, would feel a comforting warmth spread throughout his body, as if he was relieved.
During this particular acupuncture session, neither of them spoke. Calista chose to remain silent, while Kallum was lost in thought, trying to decipher what Calista truly felt for him.
If one were to talk about affection, her demeanor had grown considerably colder than before. Yet, to say she had completely let go didn't quite align with her actions.
Kallum was uncertain whether he should hope for her to let go or not. The way they were interacting currently felt as if he had stolen those moments.
Their interactions fluctuated. Sometimes they were close and sometimes distant. Yet, it was impossible to delve deeper into their relationship. After all, no one would have the time to ponder upon such matters when life and death hung in the balance.
The most complex thing in the world was emotions, especially for women like Calista, who could not see the truth of the situation clearly.
After the acupuncture session, Kallum felt a sense of relief washing over his body. The pain that had been plaguing him seemed to dissipate under a wave of warmth. Even if it was just a temporary relief, it was enough to make him want to sigh in comfort.
He turned his head, watching as Calista meticulously collected the needles. The sight of her slender waist swaying in front of his eyes stirred in him an urge to pin her down and playfully tease her.
He closed his eyes, suppressing his desire once again.
At that moment, Calista playfully flicked his waistline. “Not bad. You have a great figure.”
As soon as she spoke, all of Kallum's chaotic thoughts flew away, leaving him with nothing but a sense of suffocation and embarrassment.
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