It was Fang Zhi's first time witnessing Lin Shu lazing around home all day, merely fiddling with her mobile phone, eating and drinking in bed.
As to how he knew, he saw it for himself - the bedside table was piled high with the remnants of Lin Shu's food and utensils.
"What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell? Why have you been laying around the house all day?" Fang Zhi asked.
"I feel fine now, the nauseating images from yesterday didn't recur, and I feel a warm sensation in my stomach today. Quite pleasant, especially after having a mug of hot milk. Perhaps, it's doing its magic."
"It's just that I was really sleepy today, probably because rollerblading yesterday had exhausted me. So I couldn't bring myself to get up. By the time I managed to, it was already late, so I had to take the day off and stay at home," Lin Shu explained.
Fang Zhi placed his palm on her forehead to check her temperature.
Unconvinced, he lowered his head and pressed his forehead against hers.
