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By evening, Rong Yi finally woke up.
He lay in bed, softly groaning, seeming somewhat pained.
This caught Qiqi completely off guard—before, no matter how severe his injuries, Rong Yi would grit his teeth and bear it without a single complaint. Now he was actually making sounds. Could there be even more serious injuries inside him?
She nervously leaned in to examine his condition closely—Rong Yi's body appeared to be mostly fine, his wounds basically healed.
She asked, "Rong Yi, where does it hurt?"
Rong Yi replied weakly, "My left hand..."
Qiqi lifted his left hand to look—his fingers were long and slender, knuckles distinct, with thin calluses on the pads... Everything seemed perfectly normal, didn't it?
Yet Rong Yi furrowed his handsome brows slightly and groaned, "The back of my hand hurts a bit."
Seeing his pale expression, Qiqi felt a surge of pity and gently licked the back of his hand.
When she was hurt and in pain before, she always did this. Hopefully it would help him?
Rong Yi immediately relaxed his brows: "Mm, it doesn't hurt anymore."
Qiqi let out a sigh of relief.
Then Rong Yi frowned again: "My chest hurts a little."
Qiqi...
Qiqi licked his chest once more.
Rong Yi's brows instantly smoothed: "Mm, my chest doesn't hurt now either."
Then he pointed to his own mouth.
Qiqi was a bit puzzled: "What's wrong with your mouth?"
Rong Yi cleared his throat a few times and said pitifully, "Earlier, when my hand was splashed with poison and severely injured, I licked it myself in a panic..."
Qiqi nodded: "Mm, I know. Dogs do that when they're hurt too."
Rong Yi's face darkened, and he muttered, "I'm a wolf, not a dog!"
Qiqi thought, if he has the energy to argue with me about this, does that mean his body is fine now?
But the patient came first, so she quickly apologized: "Mm-hmm, sorry. I just meant that wolves and dogs are both canines... What exactly is wrong with your mouth?"
A mischievous glint flashed in Rong Yi's eyes: "Well... that poison was quite potent, and it damaged my tongue too..."
With that, he looked up at Qiqi very seriously.
Qiqi was stunned for a long moment before she caught on—What? Your tongue is hurt too? You want me to lick it for you?
Her face darkened.
"Get lost—"
"I'm really hurt, just save me!"
"Get lost, you—"
"Boo-hoo, Qiqi, you're letting me die!"
"Get lost, and don't stop rolling—"
Of course, getting Rong Yi to roll away was impossible, since he was bedridden with serious injuries. The only one who could roll was Qiqi herself.
She stormed out of the study, pacing furiously in the courtyard, her chest heaving with anger—You little brat, daring to tease me? I'll show you who's boss!
She went to the kitchen, poured a glass of cold boiled water, doctored it up, and carried it back to the study.
"Hey, your tongue's been corroded by acid—just drink some water!"
Rong Yi frowned: "You clearly have an easier method..."
Qiqi felt her patience had reached its limit—using his illness to mess with her! Making her worry for nothing!
She put her hands on her hips: "Are you drinking it or not!"
Rong Yi quickly propped himself up: "Come and serve me..."
Fine, I'll "serve" you one more time!
Qiqi lifted the glass of cold boiled water to Rong Yi's lips. The guy cooperated, gulping it down in a few swallows.
Qiqi narrowed her crescent-moon eyes and asked, "Does your tongue still hurt now?"