She Rebuilt Her Fallen Country With Storage Space-Chapter 159 So What if I Kissed Him

Xiang Ying feels drowsy and on the verge of sleep.

She holds onto a trace of consciousness, dives into the space, and swallows anti-inflammatory medicine and antipyretic.

Then she pours saline on her back, causing her to shiver slightly from the pain.

But Jie Chen doesn’t know; he just thinks she is cold, so he holds her tightly.

Xiang Ying is aware of all these details.

There is a moment when a touch of sourness snakes through her heart.

She doesn’t know where this feeling comes from.

It is just the thought that if Jie Chen had entangled feelings with the original host, the hate he speaks of is actually love.

He loves the original host, then she counts for nothing.

Xiang Ying falls into a deep sleep.

After an unknown period, when she wakes up, Jie Chen has slightly moved his arm that was stiff from being pressed under.

Xiang Ying opens her eyes, groggily asking, "How long have I slept?"

Jie Chen’s voice is somewhat hoarse: "About an hour, continue sleeping, it’s just the break of dawn."

Xiang Ying’s mind becomes much clearer.

She probably has a fever break, not feeling as unbearably hot as before.

She can’t continue sleeping like this anymore, otherwise, Jie Chen might eventually freeze to death.

Xiang Ying props herself up on his chest to sit up but doesn’t hurry off, instead maintaining her position sitting on him.

Jie Chen squints his thin eyes, his hoarse voice low and calm: "Xiang Ying? If you’re not sleeping anymore, get down."

Xiang Ying props herself on his chest, her Phoenix Eyes fixed on his dark eyebrows.

Her expression shifts subtly, no one knows what she is thinking.

But she knows.

Jie Chen has saved her life several times, sacrificing for her.

So...

"Jie Chen, there is something I need to tell you."

He looks at her scattered black hair, her skin faintly flushed from the fever, looking frail yet somehow more alluring.

Her serious demeanor while being ill, she resembles a confused yet diligently awake kitten.

Jie Chen tries not to think about her previously seductive and queenly demeanor on him.

He frowns: "Stand up and speak properly."

"No," Xiang Ying shakes her head, "before I tell you, I need a favor."

Jie Chen frowns: "What favor?"

Is she going to do something inappropriate again?

However, Xiang Ying leans forward, her pale thin lips landing on his.

Xiang Ying shivers slightly from the temperature on his lips and can also feel Jie Chen’s body stiffening.

There’s a medicinal scent on her.

Jie Chen, however, doesn’t care what this implies, almost deepening the kiss as she hooks her arms around his neck.

But, at this moment, Xiang Ying pulls away.

She supports herself against the rock wall and slowly stands up.

"Jie Chen, I have to be honest with you; I’m different from others."

"What’s different?"

"I have something others don’t."

Jie Chen is stunned, frowning at her: "What do you mean?"

Xiang Ying suddenly pulls out a cotton garment.

"This is what I mean."

Even Jie Chen’s normally composed eyes couldn’t help but widen.

When Xiang Ying fell, she had nothing, but now, she can randomly pull out a cotton garment.

"Not just that, I also have these."

She continuously pulls out some food, hot steamed buns, and chicken soup.

As well as two sets of new clothes, and some medicine.

Xiang Ying, looking at Jie Chen’s complex expression, says: "If this space weren’t so small, I could even pull out a horse for you to see."

Jie Chen spoke deeply: "Are you a Fairy?"

Xiang Ying burst into laughter.

"I am not; I just suddenly gained the ability to produce many materials one day."

Jie Chen probably understood: "Teleporting objects?"

"Almost, or you could think of it as I have a Qiankun Bag. Anything I want can be stored inside it, and then I can take it out when I need it."

Upon hearing her, Jie Chen fell silent.

Watching him think, Xiang Ying could imagine that in Jie Chen’s mind, he must be contemplating her words with all his lifetime of learning.

Finally, he nodded as though he had a sudden realization.

"So that’s why you wanted to move the granary, both times."

Xiang Ying was startled: "You knew it was me in Lu State?"

Yu City was fine; she revealed herself, and he recognized her.

But in Luzhou City, she used Invisibility to help him escape!

Logically, he shouldn’t have known she was there.

Jie Chen silently said: "You didn’t notice that there’s a very distinct gardenia scent on you?"

Xiang Ying: ...

Does she?

She sniffed her arm and could smell nothing.

Jie Chen also didn’t know why he was particularly sensitive to Xiang Ying’s presence.

That night he was trapped by the mechanism, he suddenly smelled gardenia scent, which was getting closer.

Almost at the moment the scent approached him, the rope trapping him was cut.

He was able to escape smoothly, and when he looked down from the roof, there was no one.

But by then, Jie Chen was already suspecting it was Xiang Ying.

Xiang Ying sighed: "It’s best if you understand what I’m saying, just don’t think I’m a Fairy."

Jie Chen looked at her, his thin eyes dark and penetrating: "Why are you telling me something so important?"

"With your current situation, having so many materials is very dangerous. Aren’t you afraid I’ll harm you by telling me this?"

Xiang Ying’s eyelashes flickered slightly: "You won’t, others might harm me, but you won’t."

Jie Chen was stunned, then scoffed dismissively: "Wishful thinking. I’m just seeing you as no threat now. If you oppose me later, I won’t hesitate to act."

Xiang Ying responded nonchalantly with a few grunts.

Jie Chen had a sharp tongue but a soft heart; she was used to it.

Suddenly, she took off her outer robe, revealing a sea-begonia-colored bellyband.

Jie Chen quickly turned his back, his voice rough with anger: "What are you doing! Life is harsh here, don’t think about those things! We’ll talk next time!"

Xiang Ying’s innocent voice came through: "What are you talking about? I just took out new clothes, let’s change quickly, or do you want to freeze to death?"

Jie Chen stiffened.

Oh, that’s what she meant.

It seems he thought too much.

Jie Chen couldn’t help but inwardly curse himself for speaking too much just now.

Fortunately, Xiang Ying hadn’t noticed, and she called out, "Come help me apply the ointment."

Jie Chen turned around, and Xiang Ying had gathered all her hair to the side of her neck, her back facing him.

Only an extremely thin ribbon tied around her slender waist.

However, the beauty’s originally smooth and fair back was now marred with countless crisscrossing scratches.

Jie Chen took heavy steps towards her, taking the ointment from her hand.

He looked twice.

Xiang Ying had taken out golden sore medicine, and Yurong Ointment, and also two bottles of white liquid, which he didn’t know the use of.

Xiang Ying instructed him: "First pour those two bottles of white liquid on the wounds to clean them, then mix the golden sore medicine and Yurong Ointment and apply it."

Jie Chen silently followed her instructions.

The pain from saline made Xiang Ying’s back stiffen again.

Golden sore medicine and Yurong Ointment are from the palace supplies, especially Yurong Ointment, which is exclusively used by Concubines of Xizhou.

Jie Chen didn’t need to ask; he guessed that these must have also come from her "Qiankun Bag."

Suddenly, Jie Chen’s cold voice rang out: "Don’t tell a second person about this, apart from me."