With pain like this, sleep was out of the question.
Ten minutes.
Twenty minutes.
Half an hour.
As time ticked by, second by second, Gu Junzhu opened her eyes again and again, and what she always saw was Ye Xingbei's earnest, focused face.
Her cheeks gradually turned red.
Sweat appeared on her forehead.
Sweat dripped down the sides of her forehead.
Yet she remained utterly indifferent, her expression focused and meticulous.
"Take a break," he urged for the umpteenth time, "I feel much better now. Go get me a glass of water, I'm a bit thirsty."
This time, he was not lying.
The pain in his back had indeed eased considerably, and he didn't know whether it was the medicine or Ye Xingbei's massage that had done the trick.
The thick barrier-like sensation on his back was gone, and he could clearly feel the touch of Ye Xingbei's fingertips on his skin.
It was still painful, but at that moment the pain was within a tolerable range for him.
