Wen Ming thought of the medicated meals she'd had before. "Is that really necessary? I just haven't been sleeping well."
Chu Zheng said with a faint smile, "They won't just give you random tonics. There's a traditional Chinese medicine doctor there who can take your pulse on-site and recommend a soup base that's right for you. You look like you've lost quite a bit of weight. Any thinner and it won't be healthy."
Wen Ming's protest died in her throat. "Fine."
But she still had to make a last-ditch protest. "I'm not sick. I'm perfectly healthy."
"We'll let the doctor be the judge of that," Chu Zheng didn't argue with her. In fact, he felt that this version of Wen Ming was completely different from her usual self. 'Isn't she normally so gentle, poised, and elegant?'
'Right now, a little bit of her temper was starting to show. He figured her usual demeanor was just a public facade, while this side of her was something she rarely revealed.'
