After two sips of hot soup, Xia Bing clearly felt better. She turned her head to glance at Zhao Yang and threw him a grateful look.
For a woman, being cared for in times of pain is the most heartwarming thing.
"Feeling better?" Zhao Yang softly asked.
At this moment, Zhao Yang and Xia Bing were sitting very close to each other, their behavior resembling that of a couple. The warm concern felt even more comforting to Xia Bing than the steaming bowl of soup.
"Mm," Xia Bing nodded slightly, her voice frail and barely audible. Seeing Zhao Yang's deeply concerned gaze, she felt as if she were melting.
This meticulous care seemed to ease the pain in her stomach considerably.
"Can you move? Let's find a place, and I'll take a look," Zhao Yang said.
"Mm," Xia Bing obediently nodded, like a little lamb, standing up with the support of Zhao Yang.
The landlady came over at the right moment, asking Xia Bing, "How are you feeling, better now?"
