"We will leave this place tomorrow, but for now you should rest, Your Highness," while pressing Wu Jingguo's shoulders so that the Prince could sit on the bed, Yu Ming firmly voiced his suggestion.
They had just returned from Xue Mingyu's armory, and they were now in the pavilion that Xue Mingyu had assigned to the two of them.
Now, Wu Jingguo had sat up on the bed, but his hands quickly moved towards Yu Ming's hands, which were still on his shoulders. Gently, he squeezed the hands together as he said, "Do you think I'm still sick? I've taken Master Gong's medicine, and I'm fine now."
Wu Jingguo was still the stubborn Prince that Yu Ming had always known, and the fish demon rolled his eyes lazily before replying, "You're just embarrassed about fainting in front of Xue Mingyu, right? You've always hated him, and that's why you're embarrassed after appearing weak in front of him, right?"