After the last set of massages, Bei Shuo straightened her back and shook her sore hands. She pulled the thin blanket over Mu Ci and sat cross-legged on the carpet in front of the bed. This way, it was easier to chat with Mu Ci.
Mu Ci reached out and tucked Bei Shuo's hair behind her ear. He said softly, "You've worked hard."
Bei Shuo smiled sweetly. "Brother, do you feel better today?
Mu Ci nodded. "Every day is better than the day before."
There was a little pride on Bei Shuo's face. "I've recorded all the changes in your condition. Master will definitely praise me the next time we meet!"
Mu Ci looked at this bright girl and felt again that it was good to be alive!
Bei Shuo habitually pulled his wrist over to take his pulse. She looked at his tongue and frowned.
"What's wrong?" Mu Ci wasn't worried about his health. He felt very good. He just couldn't bear to see Bei Shuo frown.
