"Is your bone injury healed?"
Back in the room, San Niang earnestly sat cross-legged to heal; she couldn't let anyone discover she was soaking wet.
Zhao Changhe, toweling off his hair nearby, asked casually.
San Niang responded irritably, "Can't a person heal in peace without someone pacing around and talking so much? You're flinging wet hair everywhere, you've gotten me all wet…"
Zhao Changhe glanced over, You're not wet though…
He looked further down, wondering, Could it be her period?
San Niang covered herself in embarrassment, "What are you looking at?"
"Cough." Zhao Changhe cleared his throat, "I was asking about your bone injury."
"It hasn't completely healed yet. If I exert too much force, it still pains me slightly. It doesn't affect normal conditions, but vigorous fighting would definitely be a drag," San Niang explained, then curiously added, "Why? Think your skills have improved and you want to challenge me?"
