Shooting himself in the foot

"Don't worry, it's just a small injury. Don't blame Mo Chen. He didn't expect you to come all of a sudden. Cough cough!" Xuanyuan Mo Ze coughed a few times as he spoke.

A smile flashed in Feng Jiu's eyes. Without revealing her emotion, she nodded in all seriousness. "Mm hmm. You can rest assured that I won't blame him. I'm sure he didn't mean it."

Xuanyuan Mo Ze, covering his cough with a fist, was stunned to hear this. Instinctively, he looked up and saw her eyes bursting with a teasing smile. He was embarrassed and coughed. "Are you tired during the journey? Why don't you take some rest?"

He moved over to make some room for her on the bed.

"No, I'm worried about your injury. I have to boil some medicine to drink anyway." Feng Jiu told him while holding back her smile.