Comparing herself to Xia Xiao, Dong Meihua couldn't help but feel resentful, and thinking about He Xuebing helping Xia Xiao made her even more jealous.
Xia Xiao didn't look at Dong Meihua again, and turned over to face away from her, resuming her reading, clearly not wanting to speak any further.
Observing Xia Xiao's back, Dong Meihua glared silently. At the time, Yang Xuehua, Sun Yuhua, and Wang Aihua were all lying in their beds, neither wanting to speak nor move.
"Xia Xiao, can you give me a massage? I'm in so much pain," Yang Xuehua said. "I'll massage you back later."
"Sure," Xia Xiao put down her book, sat up, and went over to massage Yang Xuehua.
Yang Xuehua let out a comfortable moan, and then Sun Yuhua also asked, "Wang Aihua, can you massage me? I'll massage you afterwards."
"Okay," Wang Aihua readily agreed.
Dong Meihua turned to Feng Ying and said, "Sister Feng Ying, do you need a massage?"
"Sure," Feng Ying, looking sleepy, agreed.
