Lici! Zong Kun! Their Own Happy Lives

Seeing how terrified and submissive he looked, Wang Lici grew even more baffled. "I don't even know you. Why are you treating us to a meal?"

"In reply to Lady Si—no, Young Lady," Situ Xuejia said respectfully and politely, "as the saying goes, meeting is fate. Why must one know someone before treating them to a meal? I merely wish to make friends with you, Young Lady."

"Good! I like forthright friends like you." Wang Lici happily slapped him on the shoulder.

Before she had even used much strength, Situ Xuejia let out an "Ow!" and was smacked flat onto the ground.

Wang Lici hurriedly helped her benefactor back up and asked with the utmost concern, "Are you all right?"

She had not expected his physique to be this poor. If she injured this generous friend with one slap, that would be far too embarrassing.

"I'm fine, I'm fine. Just a few broken bones. Young Lady truly lives up to the Si—no, no, that strength in your hands is beyond what ordinary people can compare with." Situ Xuejia sucked in cold breaths, sweat pouring all over him, yet he still forced out a smile.

"A few broken bones? Let me see." As Wang Lici spoke, her hands went "crack-crack-crack," and in no time at all, she set his bones back in place. Then she pulled a bottle of medicinal ointment from her Storage Ring and handed it to him. "Here's some ointment. Apply it later, and in a few days you'll be full of life and vigor again. From now on, you're my, Wang Lici's, friend."

She and Lan Wan'er had traveled abroad all year round, so injuries to muscles and bones were inevitable. She had always been very practiced at this sort of thing.

"This humble one thanks you,