Gu Nianzhi leaned contentedly against Huo Shaoheng's chest. She savored the feel of his warm, sturdy palm as it caressed her back. She sighed, closed her eyes, and felt the pain that had been coursing through her veins slowly leave her.
She could not even begin to describe the pain from having her bone marrow harvested. There was a saying in Chinese describing a "pain that could be felt in the bone marrow." She now knew that whoever coined the phrase hadn't been exaggerating in the slightest.
Huo Shaoheng lowered his eyes and watched Gu Nianzhi snuggle against him in her loose surgical gown. Her slender, delicate neck was as white and smooth as porcelain.
"…Where does it hurt? Do you want me to get Chen Lie to give you a painkiller?" Huo Shaoheng's voice was low and seductive. Gu Nianzhi could feel it resonate within her.
