"Alright."
Taylor took the bowl from Camilla's hands with an air of calm indifference, downing the medicinal concoction in one swift gulp.
Instantly, his fair, handsome brows furrowed tightly.
From childhood till now, he had taken medicine more often than he'd drunk water.
But never had he encountered anything this bitter.
Camilla's expression was one of complete understanding.
She had tasted this very remedy once as a child, and its flavor had left an indelible mark on her memory.
"Done."
Perhaps accustomed to enduring pain, Taylor's knitted brows soon relaxed.
"Is there anything else we need to prepare?"
"Take off your clothes."
Camilla drew a silver needle over three inches long from her acupuncture case.
"I'm about to begin.
But there's something I should warn you about first," she said slowly.
"This acupuncture treatment will be quite painful.
You'll need to endure it."
"Don't worry," Taylor replied calmly as he unbuttoned his shirt.
