Other aspects of her health were good.
Once the doctor had completely left, Shen Jing promptly bit Zhou Luchen's chin.
Zhou Luchen was rather heartless; he hadn't heard a thing the doctor said.
There he goes again, she thought, blaming me for being too delicate.
Once Shen Jing's fever subsided, she moved back to Yunding No.1.
She hired a private doctor for daily house calls. During those days, she didn't go anywhere. She either lay in bed sleeping, lounged on the couch stroking her cat, or nestled in the kitchen watching the maid cook.
Zhou Luchen's habit of returning home only after midnight changed; he now came back right after finishing meetings at the office.
If he didn't return, the little vixen, who was ill at Jinwu, would be unwilling to take her medicine on time.
The traditional Chinese medicine she took for her health, she always complained, was too bitter.
Only when Zhou Luchen stepped through the door would Shen Jing pinch her nose and gulp it down.
