Xia Xin sighed, leaned back in the chair, and said, "You have no idea how I've struggled through this period."
"Can't smoke, can't drink, I've practically become a model of pure abstinence, without desires," she said. "Even now, if three muscular hunks stood in front of me, I'd be completely indifferent."
"If my body doesn't recover after all this, hasn't my suffering been in vain!"
Zhang Hao looked up at her, "It hasn't been in vain, at least the test results are looking good. Keep it up."
As soon as Xia Xin heard the words 'keep it up,' she felt totally stunned, "How much longer do I need to keep this up? You have no idea how much I want a drink, something nice and cool."
Zhang Hao frowned, feeling that Xia Xin really didn't take good enough care of her body.
"You're coughing up blood, yet you still want to drink. Do you think you can just carry on recklessly because your body has recovered a bit?"