Song Jingchen was silent for a moment before suddenly reaching out to grab Shen Yijia’s hand. He took the teacup with his other hand and drank the tea in it.
As soon as the tea entered his throat, Song Jingchen’s body trembled, and the teacup in his hand fell to the ground with a shattering sound.
Shen Yijia’s heart tightened. She asked anxiously, “What’s wrong?”
She had yet to experiment with it. “What if the book lied? What if it had been upgraded to poison?” she thought.
“Did I end up murdering him? Is it too late for me to find the person who wrote the book and kill him?”
“But so what if I kill the author?”
By then, there would be no point. Her beautiful husband would already have been buried in the ground.
“Madam Li would make me pay with my life, right? When I die, can we still be a ghost couple?
“No, no. At that time, Song Jingchen would probably want to kill me.”
“Should I fight back, then? Would ghosts die? Do they turn into extra dead ghosts?”
Shen Yijia felt that her mind was in a mess, and her thoughts were all jumbled up.
The veins on Song Jingchen’s forehead bulged. Soon, he was covered in sweat, and his grip on Shen Yijia tightened.
The pain pulled Shen Yijia back from her thoughts. She felt that her hand was about to be broken.
Her heart was pounding. It was different from the past when she was flustered from interacting with Song Jingchen. Now, it was as if something was stabbing at her heart, making it hurt.
She couldn’t tell if her heart ached more or her hands hurt more.
“Hubby…” Shen Yijia’s voice was filled with sobs, like a helpless and uneasy child who had done something wrong.
Song Jingchen’s mind, which was originally occupied by pain, woke up a little. He opened his eyes and looked at Shen Yijia. When he noticed her slightly red eyes, he loosened his grip.
He pulled Shen Yijia into his arms and hugged her tightly.
Gritting his teeth to suppress the pain of his meridians being torn apart, he comforted her in a hoarse voice, “I’m fine. Don’t cry.”
“Really?” Shen Yijia looked up at Song Jingchen with teary eyes. “I don’t need to become a ghost now?” she thought.
Song Jingchen’s voice trembled as he nodded. “Yeah.”
Seeing that he was suffering, Shen Yijia looked at her free hand. “I’ll knock you out so that you won’t feel any pain.”
Song Jingchen couldn’t hear what she was saying anymore. He could only vaguely see Shen Yijia’s mouth opening and closing. He thought that she was still worried and wanted to comfort her.
However, he felt a pain in the back of his neck and fainted.
Shen Yijia looked at her hand and opened her mouth wide.
She seemed to have used too much strength just now.
Shen Yijia carried him to the bed and laid him down.
Even though he was unconscious, his brows were still tightly furrowed. In less than ten minutes, his clothes were drenched in cold sweat.
Shen Yijia was afraid that he would catch a cold, so she stripped him naked.
Looking at the naked person, Shen Yijia blushed slightly. She kept muttering in her heart, “I didn’t look, I didn’t look, I didn’t look.”
However, her eyes could not help but glance at his chest.
His figure was so good that she wanted to touch it…
Song Jingchen grunted. Shen Yijia quickly shook her head and threw this very uncouth thought to the back of her mind. She leaned over and asked softly, “Does it still hurt?”
There was no answer.
Shen Yijia heaved a sigh of relief and muttered, “I’ll get some water for you.”
By the time she finished wiping Song Jingchen’s body, Shen Yijia’s face was as red as a tomato.
However, she was relieved that Song Jingchen was no longer sweating.
Afraid that he would suddenly wake up and realize that he had been seen naked, Shen Yijia quickly helped him change into clean clothes and sat at the side guiltily, waiting for him to wake up.