Ai Le shook her short hair smartly, feeling very clear-headed.
Ling Ye and she are not really on the same path. Not everyone is like Gu Xiaoer. She understands her own identity and realizes that a young master like Ling Ye may not be suitable for her.
"If you keep pestering me, I'll kick you out!"
"Okay, okay, you're the boss today, I won't argue with you!" Ling Ye begged repeatedly, stepping aside and rummaging through his pocket.
"Here, your wrist injury hasn't healed yet, so I brought you some medicine."
Saying this, a medicinal patch appeared in the man's palm. Without a word, he ripped open the package and stuck it onto Ai Le's wrist.
"You don't need to..." Ai Le resisted by stepping back.
But Ling Ye held her hand firmly to stop her from moving, muttering mischievously, "Once it's healed, you'll have the strength to hit me!"
"..." Ai Le listened.
Ling Ye felt a wave of sadness above him. To coax this little empress to put on medicine, he had humbled himself completely.
