After hanging up the phone, Situ Yunshu returned the phone to Mu Jingnan, closed her eyes, and leaned against the headboard with a pained expression.
Mu Jingnan took the phone, walked a few steps away, called South Wing, gave a few instructions, and then hung up.
He sat down by the bedside, "Yunshu, let me massage you a bit."
"No need." She resisted.
"This isn't the time to be stubborn. Once you're well, you can do whatever you want to me."
With his long fingers, the man gently massaged her head, with moderate force, and gradually, the dizzying feeling lessened considerably.
Situ Yunshu thought, there's no need to make things difficult for herself.
The consequence of being stubborn was her own suffering.
If he's willing to massage, let him do it.
As he massaged, Situ Yunshu fell asleep.
In a half-conscious state, she heard someone speaking in a low voice.
"Is the soup nourishing?"
"Yes, Second Young Master, it's made as you requested, personally cooked by the head chef."
