Zhao Changhe didn't realize just how momentous an achievement he had completed.
After releasing the Evil Qi, he got up feeling refreshed, although still weak from injuries; his spirits were much better and he was far from the deathly state he was in last night.
He got dressed and turned around, only to see Sisi looking as though she wanted to get up but was struggling so hard she couldn't even get out of bed.
Zhao Changhe was startled for a moment, "We didn't really do it just now, did we? Why does she look as if she needs a maid to prop her up, all delicate and weak?"
Zhao Changhe curiously examined Sisi's body and frowned.
"Why do I get the feeling that you're the injured one, not me… but there are no wounds on your body, just pain?"
What sort of sorcery is this… No, wrong. Zhao Changhe finally realized why he wasn't feeling any pain; had it transferred to Sisi?
He became somewhat anxious, "Were you still doing reflexology just now?"
