Back in the room, Lady Three tried to keep her serene and composed demeanor, sitting cross-legged as if she were deep in meditation. She certainly could not let anyone know just how flustered she was feeling.0

Zhao Changhe, drying his hair in front of her, casually asked, “Have your bones healed?”0

Lady Three huffed, annoyed, “Can’t you let a person meditate in peace? Walking around like that, saying so much nonsense, your wet hair splashing water everywhere… You’ve got me all wet.”0

Zhao Changhe gave her a puzzled look. She doesn’t seem wet at all.0

He looked down, then up again. Could it be… that time of the month?0

Lady Three flushed with embarrassment, quickly covering herself. “Where are you looking?”0

Zhao Changhe coughed, “Uh, I was just asking about your rib.”0

“It hasn’t fully healed yet. If I exert myself too much, it still aches a little. It doesn’t affect me in normal situations, but it could be a burden in an intense fight.” She glanced at him curiously. “What’s with the sudden concern? Think you’re strong enough now to try and challenge me?”0

Zhao Changhe replied, “We’re out of medicine. I didn’t think about it until now, but I just asked Lai Qi, and they actually have some medicine on board.”0

Lady Three blinked....0