As Hera spoke, she deftly tied up her long hair in a braid that hung down her back.
"Alright," Bernard replied as he finished sending his messages. Then, he switched off his phone and lay down.
Hera rolled up her sleeves, exposing her fair, slender arm. She glanced at Bernard's loose, baggy bathrobe, then went into the bathroom before coming out and tossing him a towel. "Take off your bathrobe."
Hera picked up a gold needle and wiped it with alcohol. Under the light, the needle glinted with a cold flash.
She turned to look at him. "Do you want to know how it feels to be half-paralyzed?"
Bernard just stared at her. He realized that he shouldn't be flirting with a woman who was focused on her work.
He took off his bathrobe and used the towel to cover his nether regions. Like a fair maiden awaiting her prince, he lay on the water bed expectantly.
Hera just rolled her eyes. She fixed the water bed's temperature before starting the acupuncture. She was already familiar with his pressure points, and the way she administered the needles was smooth and practiced.
In a short while, Bernard was covered from head to toe in needles. All 16 of the main gold needles were custom-made by Bernard. The rest were silver needles.
Comments
The readers' comments on the novel: Under the Heiress' Facade