Jing Jihan's eyes were deeply black, and he lowered his head to calmly gaze at her. His shirt with a few buttons undone faintly revealed his collarbones.
A man's collarbones can also look this attractive, even to the extent of... leaving one parched.
At this moment, Shi Su suddenly felt that Jing Jihan exuded a sense of allure.
"No more fever?"
"Mm, no more fever."
She had been here recuperating for two days already. If the fever persisted, it would mean this flu virus was unusually severe.
Seeing that Shi Su's spirit had indeed improved a lot, he held her waist with one hand, his voice low and clear as he said, "I've been so diligent in feeding you, yet you've still lost weight. What do you feel like eating?"
These past few days, Shi Su had been treated like a pig, though she didn't eat much at each meal due to discomfort and lack of appetite. Still, she had at least five or six meals a day, and she still lost weight?
"I'm not hungry yet; no rush to eat."
