"Does it still hurt? President Lu, do you need any special service?"
Lin Yan had calmed Ou down, then returned to the room to see Lu Chenyuan still lying in bed.
His dress pants and shirt hadn't been removed, faint dark circles under his eyes, and a weary, haggard expression painted across his face.
Lin Yan usually only felt a bit of lower back soreness after sitting for too long; as for that extreme kind of back pain, she didn't fully understand what it felt like.
Maybe it's kind of like when you're about to give birth, the kind of pain that makes your back feel like it's about to snap.
Lu Chenyuan was lying on the bed with his eyes closed, one arm raised to cover his forehead, not responding to what she had said.
Having said all that just now, and with no reaction from Lu Chenyuan, it was clear that he was truly feeling unwell.
Lin Yan naturally sat down next to him, her fingers gently kneading and massaging his lower back.
