"Who told you there was something wrong with my body?"
The young man's voice had a sharp edge.
Ye Tangtang quickly covered her mouth. She had accidentally blurted out her true thoughts...
"No, I was just talking nonsense. Jun Yuyuan, try some more of this roast squab."
Jun Yuyuan turned his face away. "I'm not eating."
"Don't you like roast squab? Then have some soup. It'll help you recover."
Jun Yuyuan said, "I'm not drinking."
"Jun Yuyuan, why are you so willful? You're even worse than me. Fine, don't drink it if you don't want to."
Ye Tangtang picked up the little bowl and drank it herself.
Jun Yuyuan: "...?"
Why hadn't she coaxed him into eating yet?
Ye Tangtang was busy stuffing herself and had no attention to spare for the person beside her. She had only felt a little guilty earlier. After all, Ye Tangtang's guilt amounted to no more than a tiny speck. For someone as heartless as her, even that tiny speck was quite something.
Jun Yuyuan deliberately coughed twice. "My arm hurts a little..."
Ye Tangtang spoke between bites. "Jun Yuyuan, does your arm still hurt? I heard there's something called the Pain Transfer Method. Once this arm starts hurting, the other one won't hurt anymore."
Ye Tangtang pulled a dagger from her waist and said earnestly, "Jun Yuyuan, go ahead. Cut your left arm too, and you won't hurt anymore."
Ling Feng: "..."
Jin Yun: "..."
Jun Yuyuan: "..."
"Suddenly, I don't think it hurts that much."
"Really? But what if it starts hurting again later?" Jun Yuyuan's face was reflected in Ye Tangtang's big, clear eyes.
"It's fine. I'll bear it until it passes."
"All right. If you can't bear it anymore, use this dagger to cut your other arm. You can keep