The Sickly Scion’s Petite Wife Is Sweet And Cool

"Thank you Xianggong, I like it very much." This is the first time she has received a gift in her life.

The more I saw it, the more I liked it, so I couldn't help but smack Song Jingchen's face.

Her husband is indeed the best husband in the world.

I didn't expect Shen Yijia to...

Song Jingchen was stunned.

She, she, she, does she know how to write the word shy?

Wanting to remind him not to do this in the future, he raised his head to meet Shen Yijia's eyes that seemed to be glowing, and Song Jingchen felt a sudden numbness rush to his body.

He swallowed what he wanted to say, lowered his eyes and took the wooden hairpin from Shen Yijia's hand.

With a slight turn at the end of the hairpin, the hairpin becomes two sections. Only then did Shen Yijia realize that this was actually a miniature dagger shaped like a hairpin.

Song Jingchen coughed dryly and explained, "Without the drawings you drew, I can only make a simple one for you for the time being."

She can make what Shen Yijia draws by herself, but Song Jingchen wants to give something different.

This is also the first object he made, and he made this sleeve arrow for Brother Hao and Sister Huan when he did it.

"Xianggong, you are really amazing." Shen Yijia didn't see Song Jingchen's reddish earlobes, and praised her sincerely.

Song Jingchen's rainbow farts continued in his heart. Not only was he good-looking, he was also smart, and he was indeed her husband.

Shen Yijia had a good dream in a good mood, but unfortunately she woke up in the middle of the night and her whole body was not well.

Stomach throbbing.

Shen Yijia clutched her stomach in pain and only hummed on the bed. Is this the phrase Xianggong taught me a few days ago.

"What's wrong?" Song Jingchen was woken up, smelled a bloody smell in his nose, his heart trembled, he hurriedly hugged Shen Yijia's trembling body, and said anxiously, "Are you injured? Where is it hurt?"

"Don't worry, I'm fine." Shen Yijia said weakly, with a thick nasal tone in her voice.

When did Song Jingchen see Shen Yijia like this? On weekdays, a person who is alive and kicking and can kill a wild boar with one fist suddenly becomes like a little sheep, can he be all right?

Immediately fumbled to get up to light the fuel light. Because of Song Jingchen's inconvenience, there was always a small table beside their bed.

Song Jingchen, who was calm even on the day of the house raid, panicked for the first time and accidentally knocked down the teacup on the table, making a crackling sound.

Song Jingchen didn't have the energy to pay attention to these at this time, and lit the oil lamp.

Only then did she see that Shen Yijia was sweating profusely and her face was pale, covering her stomach and curling up and lying there.

"Where is it hurt? Huh?" Song Jingchen tried his best to make his tone less urgent, and gently hugged Shen Yijia into his arms, as if he was in front of a fragile porcelain doll.

Shen Yijia buried her head in Song Jingchen's arms, secretly fed herself a drop of spiritual fluid, and when the pain subsided a little, she said in a loud voice, "I'm not hurt, call my mother to come here."

After being here for so long, she almost forgot she had this thing without her body coming to Sunflower Water.

To know that this body is fifteen years old, it is the first time to come here. It can be seen that the loss has been huge in the past.

Song Jingchen wanted to say how could this happen if he wasn't injured, but it was obvious that he was bleeding, and it was useless for his mother to come.

Immediately, his mind suddenly crashed.

In response, Song Jingchen was stunned.

In Shen Yijia's perception, this is not a shameful thing. Seeing that Song Jingchen didn't respond, he thought he didn't understand, so he endured the pain and explained, "I've come to Kuishui, that... I didn't prepare a menstrual belt, my mother should have it."

Song Jingchen:  …

Four more servings, good night.