"Xin Yi, what are you doing?!"
Xiao Baoyue almost thought she was dreaming. It took her a good while to remember to speak.
As Xin Yi danced, she half spoke, half sang to the rhythm: "Young mistress-you, are, here! Xin Yi-was hit-with the Arcane-Curve-Finger-"
"You were hit with what???" Xiao Baoyue's voice abruptly rose several notches.
Xin Yi spun around like a little butterfly:
"The Arcane Curve Finger-is a very, very strange, martial art-one more dance-and Xin Yi will be-frozen in place!"
Xiao Baoyue was so furious her stomach hurt. She suddenly rounded on Wang Yang, her gaze sharp as a blade!
Wang Yang spread both hands in a picture of innocence.
Xiao Baoyue narrowed her lovely eyes. Forcing down her anger and lowering her voice, she urged Xin Yi, "Get down here!"
Xin Yi shifted her delicate feet, kicked a leg up, and bent backward. "Just, one more, almost, done!"
Xiao Baoyue clenched her fists, her chest rising and falling like rolling peaks as a murderous fury gathered wildly between her brows:
"Stop dancing! Get down here right now!"
Xin Yi's movements froze. Her little face crumpled, and she pleaded with a pitiful expression, "Young mistress..."
Wang Yang said, "All right, all right. Xin Yi, stop dancing for now. You don't necessarily have to finish the dance to see the effects."
Xin Yi looked baffled. "Huh???"
"Have you been feeling hotter and hotter?"
Xin Yi nodded emphatically. "Yes!"
Wang Yang asked again, "Do you know where the Hegu acupoint is?"
Xin Yi shook her head. Her mother was one of the Xi people, and her father was Han. Her martial arts had been passed down through her mother's family; they taught only vital areas and joints, nothing about acupoints.
Wang Yang held out his right hand and showed Xin