"I've already applied medicine," Song Jingchen rubbed his nose and explained.
Shen Yijia glared at him. "This is a superficial wound?"
She turned around to get a teacup, but Song Jingchen stopped her. "Don't waste it."
He hid it because he didn't want her to use the spiritual liquid. According to the time, she only had one drop of spiritual liquid now.
This time, the journey to the capital would not be peaceful. He was afraid that she would be injured again like last time without spiritual liquid to treat her.
"Are you cursing me to get hurt?" Shen Yijia could tell what he was thinking and rolled her eyes angrily.
She stopped picking up the teacup, held Song Jingchen's head, and kissed him on the lips.
Song Jingchen couldn't stop her and could only accept it. He was about to take the initiative.
Shen Yijia pushed him away ruthlessly.
"Hmph, you want a kiss when you're lying? You wish." she thought.
