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Shen Yijia smacked her lips angrily. The layer of icing on the candied plum melted in her mouth to suppress the bitterness.

Seeing that Song Jingchen was about to put away the remaining one, she reached out, grabbed it, opened the paper bag, and picked up the last one.

“You eat it.” Shen Yijia brought the candied plums to Song Jingchen’s mouth.

The smile in Song Jingchen’s eyes deepened. He opened his mouth obediently and rubbed Shen Yijia’s hair. “You’re not angry anymore?”

Shen Yijia snorted and opened the pouch that Sister Huan had given her. “Look, Sister Huan gave it to me.”

In other words, she wanted him to eat because she had a lot more.

Unexpectedly, in the blink of an eye, the pouch was in Song Jingchen’s hand.

“You can’t eat too much. I’ll help you put this away.”

Shen Yijia was stunned. “You’ll lose me as your wife.” she thought.

She wanted to reach out and snatch it away.

Song Jingchen suddenly lowered his eyes and rested his head on Shen Yijia’s shoulder. His voice was a little aggrieved. “I’m so sleepy. Can you sleep with me for a while?”

He was not pretending. He had not slept for the past few days since Shen Yijia fell unconscious.

This tone…

Then she thought of the dark circles under his eyes.

How could Shen Yijia refuse?

She couldn’t.

Not only could she not refuse, but her heart also ached a little.

Shen Yijia instantly forgot about Song Jingchen forcing her to drink the medicine and snatching her candied plums. She meekly lay down with him again.

Although she had been lying down for two days, her body had been severely injured and she had lost too much blood. She was really a little tired now.

The room fell silent. Song Jingchen opened his eyes and looked down at her for a long time. His gaze lowered and finally landed on Shen Yijia’s shoulder.

He frowned and let go of Shen Yijia’s waist. He propped himself up and placed his hand on Shen Yijia’s shoulder, carefully pulling down her loose collar.

The first thing she saw was fair and delicate skin.

“If you want to see it, just tell me. It’s not like I won’t show it to you.”

Shen Yijia’s soft voice came from above.

Song Jingchen paused and looked up into a pair of sparkling eyes.

His throat tightened as he explained, “I didn’t—”

“You didn’t? Or did you?” Shen Yijia looked like she understood. There was no need to explain. Anyway, she wouldn’t listen even if he explained.

Song Jingchen pursed his lips and decided to give up. He sat up and took off Shen Yijia’s inner garments without a word, leaving only her undergarments.

This time, it was Shen Yijia’s turn to be stunned. After so long, they had already kissed many times, but Song Jingchen had never taken off her clothes.

This was the first time he had been so direct.

Sensing Song Jingchen’s gaze on her, Shen Yijia rubbed her arms.

What if she felt a little shy? Would her beautiful husband think that she was too young?

Should she also take off her beautiful husband’s clothes?

Previously, she had drugged Song Jingchen and stripped the two of them naked, but Song Jingchen was unconscious at that time, so she didn’t feel anything.

Now that he was staring at Shen Yijia, she felt that her face was about to burn. Her heart was pounding.

What she didn’t know was that Song Jingchen had already seen her naked.

Song Jingchen was afraid that Shen Yijia’s secret would be known by others, so he didn’t let anyone approach her for the past two days. He did everything alone, from applying medicine to cleaning up.

When his calloused fingers touched her skin, Shen Yijia came back to her senses and stammered, “You haven’t taken off your clothes.”

She understood that he was being honest with her.

Although it was a little sudden, it was not impossible. It was just that she had yet to recover from her injuries.

Song Jingchen had no idea that Shen Yijia was thinking about these matters.

His attention was all on the finger-long wound on Shen Yijia’s shoulder.

There were already scabs there, so Song Jingchen wasn’t surprised. Actually, it was already like this when he carried her back that day and helped her wipe it off, so he didn’t bandage it for her.

Two days had passed, but this scar was still the same as that day.

The other shallow sword wounds could no longer be seen, leaving only pink and tender marks.

To ordinary people, this kind of recovery speed was already considered heaven-defying, but Shen Yijia was different.

According to her recovery speed every time she was injured in the past, she should have recovered long ago.

He originally thought that Shen Yijia would only recover when she woke up. He wanted to confirm his guess just now, but he did not expect that she hadn’t recovered yet.