Lying on the sofa all night had certainly been uncomfortable. His body was rigid, and there was a bit of pain in his back.
He slightly furrowed his eyebrows.
However, before Ling Fei could observe any abnormalities, Song Tian Mo quickly let go. He quickly walked to the sickbed and reached out to touch Ling Fei's forehead.
It was okay.
Warm and heated, it was at a normal temperature.
Finally, he could temporarily put his worries aside.
Lowering his head, he softly kissed her forehead, "Are you hungry? Want some water?"
"It's still early, not too hungry, but a little thirsty." Ling Fei licked her lips.
She didn't eat much yesterday noon, so Song Tian Mo let Aunt Li make many delicious and light dishes to bring over.
The same went for last night.
Under the supervision of Song Tian Mo, Ling Fei had indeed eaten quite a bit. Moreover, the discomfort she felt inside had strangely improved quite a bit after seeing Song Tian Mo.