Wishing to Give Herself to Him (18)

Yin Shaojie lifted his head and drank it in one shot. Even though he had taken painkillers earlier, it wasn't as effective as Song Shijun's medicine.

Song Shijun couldn't help but exclaim, "You're not bad. You looked like you were normal, and I couldn't tell that you were injured."

Yin Shaojie finished even the dregs at the bottom of the cup and put the cup to one side.

"Sit down here for a while. You're still looking pale," Song Shijun said as he pulled a chair over and sat in front of him, preparing to extract what had happened to him.

"Hurry up and tell me — what happened?"

Yin Shaojie shot him a glare. "It just happened like this. I'm too lazy to explain."

Just then, another person pushed the door open and entered.

"What happened?" Ye Sijue asked.

Song Shijun pointed to Yin Shaojie. "This guy's hurt and it's quite serious. He has been enduring the pain for a while and none of us could tell."