"Chu Molin, how are you feeling now?" After dinner, Qin Xue came to seek Gong Wuyou with Chu Molin. She had to see how he was recovering, no matter what.
"I'm fine, don't worry about me." Chu Molin didn't feel any trouble at all. His wife's medicine worked well, and his recovery went smoothly.
Chu Molin believed that his current state of health was related to the array and art of war he had studied. His constitution was much better than ever, and a small wound like this made no difference.
However, he dared not tell Qin Xue about this thinking, afraid that she would scold him. After all, it was his body and it didn't matter if he didn't care. But he was also her man; he may not care, but his wife did.
"You're young now. Wait till you're older, then you will understand. Just take good care of yourself." Qin Xue glanced at him. His spirit was good, but after all, it was a bomb, not a melon.
"I understand." Chu Molin replied to ease her worry.
