Acupoints of the Head

"You... how could you do this?" Qiutong was somewhat beside herself with anger. She walked to the bedside and pulled Ou Yan's quilt up again and again, covering and concealing her until only a somewhat withered head remained exposed.

"How could you repay Miss's special regard like this?" Qiutong still had no intention of letting him off. "I know you've grown up, but your attention can't..."

Zhang Xiaohua hurriedly raised a finger to his lips and gave a mysterious "Shh." "Sister Qiutong, don't speak. I'm thinking—I seem to have found a way to treat Miss."

Those words really worked. Qiutong immediately shut her mouth, not another half-word slipping out. The way she looked at Zhang Xiaohua changed once more, as though the person before her were the most lovable man in the world.

Zhang Xiaohua frowned and thought carefully.

The [] Finger technique was nothing more than sealing the major acupoints in the head, as though trapping a person's thoughts, then using special methods to lure the acupoint-struck person into speaking the truth. Naturally, Zhang Xiaohua had no need for that final step when using the [] Finger to treat Ou Yan. He only needed to try striking the major acupoints in her head and see whether it had any effect.

After carefully reviewing every method in his mind, Zhang Xiaohua smiled. "Sister Qiutong, stand to one side. I have an idea. I don't know whether it will work, but let me try."

Qiutong hesitated for a moment and asked tentatively, "What do you plan to do? If it involves taking off clothes, I'll have to do it, and you'll need to cover your eyes!"

Zhang Xiaohua smiled bitterly. "No need. I only need to strike some acupoints on Miss's head. It won't harm Miss's reputation."

"Then... that's good." Qiutong