It was no wonder Ma Xiaorong asked such a question.
Today, Lin Jingyi's fair skin seemed to be infused with vitality. It was rosy and radiant, like a perfectly ripe peach. Even now, a hint of red still lingered on her pretty face.
As the chief physician of the Conditioning Department, Ma Xiaorong naturally understood that Lin Jingyi's state was the kind of healthy glow that could only emanate from within after being thoroughly nourished and irrigated.
Thinking of her own impotent husband, she truly envied Lin Jingyi. She longed to be nourished and irrigated like that, too.
"Get lost, you lovesick woman. What nonsense are you spouting so early in the morning?"
The memory of her wild night with Chen Yang made Lin Jingyi's face flush. She shot Ma Xiaorong a fierce glare and said, "He's my nephew from my hometown. Don't you dare act all flirty in front of him."
