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On the third day after entering the space, which was also his seventh day in the mortal realm, Xu Zize's body gradually regained vitality. He no longer slept all day, waking up several times a day. His complexion was no longer as pale as paper, but was gradually becoming rosy. His wounds, nourished by the spiritual energy of the space, had almost healed. This was not only due to the rich spiritual energy contained in the space, but more importantly, Jing Chunxi's meticulous care.

Jing Chunxi would fetch well water three or four times a day, and Xu Zize would take a few sips to moisten his dry throat. In the mornings and evenings, Jing Chunxi would also use the well water to wipe his body, wiping away the dirt and sweat.

To help the wound heal better, she would even heat water and carefully apply hot compresses to Xu Zize. Worried that he might have a fever in the middle of the night, she would sleep in the same bed with him at night so she could monitor his condition at all times.

"Xier, thank you. If it weren't for you, Brother Xiaokang might have been killed and dismembered by now." Xu Zize said weakly, his voice full of gratitude.

"Brother Xiaokang is blessed with a long life, and he has the help of the fairy aunt. I knew that Brother Xiaokang would be fine." Jing Chunxi responded softly, his eyes full of relief.

Jing Chunxi finally felt relieved after his condition improved and began to feed Xu Zize. "Behave yourself. I told you not to move. If Brother Xiaokang wants to turn sideways or sit up, just tell me," she gently instructed, fearing that Xu Zize's movements might cause damage to his wound.

"Xi'er! Brother Xiaokang is well now. He will get moldy if he doesn't move any more." Xu Zize didn't notice that there was a hint of coquettishness in his tone, but he was very happy to let Jing Chunxi sit in front of him and feed him porridge one mouthful after another.

The temperature of the porridge was just right, not burning his mouth but still making him feel warm.

Jing Chunxi came to her senses and said, "I forgot your hand is okay. Hurry up and eat by yourself." She realized that she had been feeding Xu Zize and felt a little embarrassed, so she pushed the bowl of porridge in her hand towards him.

"My shoulder still hurts a little, is it inflamed?" Xu Zize said, refusing to take the bowl of porridge. He deliberately frowned, trying to arouse Jing Chunxi's sympathy.

"How could that be? I checked it this morning, and the scar is almost gone." Jing Chunxi said this, but she was still a little worried. She put down the bowl of porridge, knelt on the bed, and carefully reached behind Xu Zize's shoulder. The warm breath immediately sprayed on Xu Zize's exposed shoulders and neck, making Xu Zize dare not move.

He could feel Jing Chunxi's breath, a breath of concern and warmth that stirred an inexplicable emotion in his heart.

"Liar, I almost forgot where the arrow brushed against me, how could it still hurt?" Jing Chunxi's departure made Xu Zize feel a little disappointed. He looked at Jing Chunxi, a complex emotion flashing in his eyes.

"Why is your face so red?" Jing Chunxi sat back down and realized something was wrong with his face and ears; they were practically red. Surprised, she reached out and gently touched his forehead, trying to feel his body temperature.

"...Maybe I have a fever." Xu Zize could only lie with his eyes open to cover up his impetuous heart. He lowered his head, trying to avoid Jing Chunxi's gaze, but he couldn't help but secretly glance at her.

"No wonder you're in pain. It might be inflammation inside. What should I do?" Jing Chunxi was a little anxious. The wound on the outside had healed, but it still hurt. That must be because it wasn't disinfected properly. Maybe it's festering inside. Her brows were furrowed, her heart filled with worry.

Jing Chunxi looked anxious and blurted out, "How about cutting the wound? Clean it again and I'll sew it up for you." Her words startled Xu Zize. How could he cut it again after it's already healed? How many days would it delay? Should he go back? Besides, cutting it would be very painful.

"No need," Xu Zize shook his head repeatedly, "It doesn't hurt much, maybe the flesh is still growing inside." He tried to explain, pretending to have a little trembling in his voice.

"Then wait two more days. If it still hurts, don't be afraid, Brother Xiaokang. Xier has learned how to sew and will definitely sew a beautiful bow for you." Jing Chunxi comforted him with confidence in her eyes.

Xu Zize shook his head speechlessly. It might as well have been a centipede! He imagined himself with a centipede-shaped scar. He couldn't help but feel a little funny, but more helpless.

"I just feel a little pain and can't lift my hands to eat." He still wanted to continue to act like a spoiled child, trying to get Jing Chunxi to continue taking care of him.

"But Brother Xiaokang's injury is on his left arm!" Jing Chunxi was really puzzled. The wound was not deep, so why did it hurt for so long? She carefully recalled the process of Xu Zize's injury, trying to find the reason.

"The tendons of my left and right hands may be connected! What else can I do?" Xu Zize made up an excuse at random, and he was just going to cheat to the end.

"That's fine. We don't need to eat the meat porridge for two more meals. Let's eat meat buns instead. It's fine as long as we can lift our arms." Jing Chunxi thought about it and felt that this idea was not bad. It could satisfy Xu Zize's appetite and allow him to exercise his arm strength.

Xu Zize looked up at the sky speechlessly, then continued to argue after thinking about it, "The meat filling might be mixed with irritating foods, which might make it worse if I eat it. Let's wait a few days." Xu Zize found another reason to refuse. It didn't matter what he ate, the main thing was that he wanted to look at the person in front of him with every bite.

"Then let's eat steamed buns." Jing Chunxi said patiently, trying to find a solution that both parties could accept.

This made Xu Zize a little annoyed: "I won't eat anymore. I have a fever and no appetite." He deliberately moved his buttocks and lay down straight, and he was whimpering when he breathed, as if he was really uncomfortable.

The room was completely silent, with only Xu Zize's humming echoing in the air. Jing Chunxi looked at him, feeling both helpless and amused.

"Okay, then let's not eat the steamed buns for now. When you get better, we'll eat something delicious together." Jing Chunxi said softly, actually with a bit of an attitude of giving in to him.

Xu Zize felt a warm feeling in his heart when he heard this, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. He closed his eyes, feeling Jing Chunxi's tenderness, and silently thought in his heart that he would take good care of her in the future.