QingWu felt her ears, face, and breath all heat up, but she still maintained her composure. She slapped Xiao Chenyuan's hand away and said irritably:
"Where do you get the courage to say that to me?" She rubbed her throat, her voice returning to something closer to normal, though still somewhat hoarse.
Xiao Chenyuan knew her bad temper and didn't argue back.
"Your throat really is fine? Maybe it's better to apply some medicine."
"No need. I've been gargling with magma down below. Boiling tea is nothing. What can it do to me?"
Xiao Chenyuan responded with a low, meaningful sound. "You're really is something."
QingWu heard the sarcasm and shot him a glare. Seeing that the wound on his shoulder was slowly healing, she stood up and walked to the nearby basin. She wrung out a cloth and began wiping the blood from his shoulder.
