The Sickly Scion’s Petite Wife Is Sweet And Cool

However, none of these Shen Yijia could see, and she still looked at the furnishings of the room curiously.

The entrance is an antique room, which is quite festive.

The bright red mandarin ducks are happy with the quilt, and the gauze embroidered with the dragon and the phoenix is ​​hung on the tent. Underneath is a wooden bed, and the exquisite carved decorations are of great value.

On the right side is a dressing table full of happy words.

On the table not far away, there was a pair of red wedding candles that had not been lit in time.

Looking down, Shen Yijia's eyes were attracted by the delicate snacks, longan, peanuts and other foods on the table.

"Gulu" Shen Yijia swallowed her saliva, and a carp sat up straight. Before she could rush over excitedly, her head felt a dull pain.

The body also fell limply again.

An unfamiliar memory rushed into his head.

"His" Shen Yijia took a breath of cold air in pain, clutching her injured forehead and didn't dare to move any more.

After waiting for the pain to disappear for a while, he tilted his head, his eyes lit up, and he said excitedly, "Not only did I pass through? Did I even have my husband in one step?"

Then he shook his head regretfully and muttered: "It's a pity that Dahua is not here, otherwise I must let her take a good look. Who said I can't marry."

After he finished speaking, he raised his face with a look of pride.

If the big flower is there, she must be yelled at: "I mean if you continue to be so cruel, you will definitely not be able to marry."

It's a pity that Shen Yijia has always only listened to half of the obedience, so she remembered that sentence, she would definitely not be able to marry.

Now that you have proved that you can marry, aren't you happy?

If it wasn't for her body now, she would want to jump up and turn twice.

Thinking of something, Shen Yijia closed her eyes to check.

Seeing the amount of liquid that had accumulated in the body, which was about a cup, his eyes brightened.

He stretched out his right ring finger and hung it in the air, and after a while, a drop of water slowly condensed from the fingertips.

Seeing that it was about to drip, he hurriedly opened his mouth to catch it.

Smash it, smash it, this body is too weak. One drop is not enough at all, two drops condensed in a row, Shen Yijia did it!

It's not that she is stingy, it's that the spiritual fluid is too rare.

It takes three days to gather a drop, even if she is a small local tyrant now, she has to save it.

After taking three drops of spiritual liquid, the wound on Shen Yijia's forehead healed visibly.

In normal times, Shen Yijia wouldn't even take a look at this small wound, let alone wasting spiritual fluid to repair it, but this body is too dilapidated.

Soft and weak like tofu dregs, no need to do it.

"Grumbling..."

Her stomach protested, Shen Yijia swallowed her saliva, she didn't know how long she had been hungry, and she felt her stomach hurt.

This time, she didn't dare to be as reckless as before, and tentatively shook her head, then shook it again.

After making sure that she no longer felt dizzy, she jumped out of bed and went straight to the pastry, reached out and picked up a piece of pastry and stuffed it into her mouth.

A little hard and a little rancid.

Shen Yijia pursed her lips, but thought that it was better than the medicine given by the bad old men in the research institute.

There is no need to pick, one piece in the left hand and the other in the right hand, and the stuffed mouth is bulging.

Taking the time to pour herself a glass of water, Shen Yijia ate to her heart's content, and no one robbed her here, she liked it here.