Feng Jia reached into the blanket and massaged her waist through her hospital gown.
His movements were neither light nor heavy, and he massaged the right spot. It was very comfortable. Gu Chu narrowed her eyes in satisfaction. "Since there's such a spacious ward, why did you only arrange it for me now?"
This ward was twice as big as the one she had stayed in before, and the bed was twice as big as well. The bed in the ward yesterday was small, and it was really not enough for her.
Feng Jia sat by the side of the bed. His hands started to wander while he massaged her. As he rubbed, he said, "They just finished cleaning it up yesterday."
In other words, this ward didn't exist before yesterday?
Gu Chu understood that it was the power of money.
She didn't know where Feng Jia was massaging, but Gu Chu's body suddenly trembled. It wasn't that she was uncomfortable, instead she was too comfortable.
