The next day, Lin Xiaoguai overslept as expected. When she woke up, Shen Chi was no longer beside her.
She frowned and propped herself up, only to feel a wave of soreness spreading from her waist. Her arm felt weak, and she lay back down with a thump.
"What's wrong?" Shen Chi, who was just pushing the door to enter, asked anxiously.
Lin Xiaoguai glared at him, "What do you think?"
Noticing her hand on her waist, Shen Chi chuckled and sat down on the bed's edge to start massaging her, coaxing, "Does that feel any better?"
"Press harder," Lin Xiaoguai said, frowning.
Shen Chi hurriedly complied.
"What time is it now?" Lin Xiaoguai asked.
"It's almost ten."
"Why is it so late?" Lin Xiaoguai asked, stunned. She instinctively looked out the window, but the curtains were drawn tightly shut, which explained why she hadn't sensed the time of day upon waking.
"Why didn't you go to work?" she raised her head to ask.
