Ye Wu looked at him a bit puzzled: "Weren't you the one who said it didn't hurt?"
Hu Jiuling puffed up his cheeks repeatedly and then looked down sulking.
Ye Wu sighed.
Already in a dream, why does he still have a child's temperament?
She raised her brows: "Want me to blow on it?"
What nonsense to blow!
Hu Jiuling looked at Ye Wu suspiciously.
Ye Wu demonstrated, lightly blowing on the wound on his arm.
…No feeling at all.
But…
Hu Jiuling watched Ye Wu's focused expression, moved his lips, but eventually said nothing.
"Say something, will you? Feeling any better? If not, I can't be bothered anymore." Ye Wu looked up at him.
Her extraordinary beauty just crashed into Hu Jiuling's eyes without any struggle.
Hu Jiuling felt a bit dazed and instinctively said, "A bit better."
Ye Wu rolled her eyes: "I'm a ghost, you can't feel me. How could it possibly get better? You're just tricking me into doing hard labor."
She directly sat back down.
