A more than a week had passed by but Jia's meeting with Zhuo Zihan remained a distant dream. He was so swamped with his work the currently that couldn't entertain more meetings but he had promised to meet Yang Bingqing the soonest.
So now Jia was lying on her bed, rolling back and forth on it, bored. Though she talked with Huojin here and there, she wasn't allowed to do so beyond a certain extent, courtesy by a particular devil doctor.
He seems to be far more obsessed than before…
Which reminded her that Mingshen had yet to barge in her room. It had become a ritual by this point.
'Good mooooorninggggg Spicyyyyy!!!'
He would zealously enter her room without any level shame or dignity and with the brightest grin on his face. At one point, he had almost caught her stepping out in a bathrobe that twitched with his face with a certain level of an unspeakable desire.
