Lin Mo felt better.
"Lin Jie, feeling better? Still nauseous?" Jiang Huaijing poured another glass of orange juice and handed it to Lin Mo.
"I'm fine." Lin Mo's complexion had improved slightly, but she still didn't want to move—any movement made her head hurt. However, her body honestly signaled hunger with a growl, demanding calorie intake.
She glanced at the tomato brisket; it smelled good.
Jiang Huaijing, true to his experience playing the devoted male lead, poured the tomato brisket evenly over the rice, gently stirred it with a spoon so the grains were coated in the rich sauce. Then he fetched a small bedside table, considerately placed it in front of Lin Mo, and said softly, "Lin Jie, don't get up. Eat here."
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