Ye Xiyue was stunned for a moment, and then she understood what he meant.
She opened her mouth, as if she wanted to say something, but in the end she just shook her head slightly, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of her lips.
"I didn't tolerate it on purpose, I just got used to it."
When Emperor Shitian heard this, his brows furrowed even more tightly.
Get used to it?
What are you used to?
Are you used to swallowing it all back into your stomach when it hurts?
In fact, since he got to know her, he found that she had a very strong tolerance for these things.
No matter how seriously injured you are, you won't cry out in pain, as if you can't feel the pain.
But she is only a seventeen-year-old girl now. What has she experienced that makes her so tenacious and forbearing?
Thinking of this, his heart ached very much.
He sprinkled the remaining powder on the wound, took out a clean white cloth, and carefully bandaged her wound.
Seeing him saying nothing, Ye Xiyue coughed lightly:
"It's just a flesh wound, it'll be fine in two days."
Emperor Shitian stood up, put her legs back on the bed, and then pressed her over.
Ye Xiyue stepped back unconsciously, but before she could move away, Emperor Shitian had already placed a hand on her side, blocking her way back.
His eyes met hers, and there seemed to be waves surging in his phoenix eyes as deep as the sea:
"It's too risky for you to go alone this time."
If he hadn't taken action in time, she would have been in danger if she faced that man.
——After all, he is a genuine Spirit Emperor!
If something really happened to her... He didn't dare to think about it any further.
No one knew that when he saw her being held tightly by the neck by the man, hanging in mid-air unable to struggle, his heart almost jumped out of his chest.
Even if he himself fell into such a dangerous situation, he would not be so... afraid.
Before this, he had never known what "fear" meant.
However, at that moment, he truly realized how afraid he was of losing her.
Seeing the man's stern expression, Ye Xiyue blinked, stretched out her arms, put her arms around his neck, put her cheek against his chest, and rubbed her gently:
"I know..."
Her voice was always clear and melodious, but now that she was acting coquettishly, it was especially sweet and soft.
Emperor Shitian's heart felt as if he had been hit hard by something, feeling sore and soft at the same time.
All the previous emotions have dissipated, leaving only countless tender feelings that seem to be overflowing.
Sensing that the cold air around him was disappearing silently, Ye Xiyue raised the corners of her lips slightly, then raised her face to look at him:
"Besides, it's not you!"
Emperor Shitian looked at her deeply.
Yan Yan smiled, her eyebrows sparkled, and the starry eyes that looked at him were filled with a smile that was extremely bright.
Of course he knew that she did this on purpose, and she knew very well how to calm him down, but...he really didn't have the slightest resistance to this.
He sighed softly in his heart.
The little girl in my arms is really cunning.
But, in the final analysis, it is what I am used to, and no one else can blame me.
What else?
I can only continue to pamper her.
He leaned over and kissed her lips.
Because he was concerned that she had gone through a lot of trouble tonight and was injured again, and that she really needed a good rest, he exercised great restraint and only tried to stop.
"There will never be a second time for me to commit such a dangerous act alone."
Ye Xiyue knew that she had coaxed the person well, so she nodded with a crooked eyebrow.
Emperor Shitian sat beside the bed, took her into his arms, and placed one hand on her wound.
Soon, Ye Xiyue noticed that a warm force was pouring into his body from his palm.