After saying that, he reached out and helped Su Yinwan up, using a pillow to support her back so she would be more comfortable.

After she sat down, he picked up a bowl of steaming brown sugar ginger tea from the table next to him.

He took a spoon, scooped up a spoonful, blew on it to cool it down, and then held it to her lips.

He fed her spoonful by spoonful until the tea in the bowl was emptied.

Rong Jing took a tissue and wiped Su Yinwan's mouth, then placed the empty bowl aside.

He walked around the bed and lay down directly on it.

He reached out and hugged Su Yinwan from behind, placing his right hand on her stomach.

His large, warm palms massaged her abdomen clockwise with just the right amount of pressure.

It must be said that this technique greatly relieved Su Yinwan's pain symptoms.

"Is there anything better? I just looked up a method online, and this is what it teaches."

"Hmm, it doesn't hurt as much as it did at first."

Su Yinwan began to regain some strength, and her mood improved considerably.

She then had the leisure to joke with the man behind her, teasing him, "Seeing how skilled you are, I thought you had massaged other women before."

"Hmm? You're the first one who's so lucky."

"Thank you so much, Mr. Rong."

"I'll owe you this time, but I'll have to pay you back double later."

Rong Jing hadn't forgotten what he hadn't finished tonight; he remembered it very clearly.

Su Yinwan did not reply and gradually drifted off to sleep.

Rong Jing kept massaging her abdomen and warming her stomach until she finally fell asleep in the middle of the night.

After that, Rong Jing silently kept those few days of each month in his heart.