The collarbone aches and itches again.
Rong Zhi didn't say anything, just steadily and slowly ran her fingers through his hair, massaging rhythmically from the roots to the ends, then onto his neck.
The pressure was just right, and she knew the human body's acupoints well, picking those that helped relaxation. Before long, Bai Su started feeling sleepy.
Actually, Rong Zhi was tired, and he was too.
Ever since He Songzhi moved into the sanatorium, he took over all matters related to He Songzhi and Rong Jiazze so Rong Zhi could focus on her experiments.
Once people were gone, he busied himself with preparing the funeral, while taking care of Rong Zhi's health, and then the troublesome ordeal with Rong Fengmian happened, fearing she might do something rash, he stayed by her side for several days.
