Jiaojiao found her face ghastly pale. "Su, are you okay?" she asked.
"Jiaojiao, do you know of any shrinks?" Yan Su said with a bitter look.
"What's wrong?" Jiaojiao gave a start. Artists these days were facing a lot of pressure, so many of them had mental problems. Their assistants were the ones who worried about it the most.
"I think I need to see a shrink," Yan Su said with a low voice. She had to solve the problem, or no man would be able to accept her. No matter how much he loved her, her condition would eventually affect their relationship.
"Can you tell me what it's about?" Jiaojiao asked.
Yan Su stayed silent. How was she supposed to explain? She couldn't tell Jiaojiao that she always felt sick during sex, could she?
"All right, I'll find a reliable shrink. But, if it's a private issue, we need to be careful when choosing the shrink."
