Obviously, she had underestimated her strength. After lunch, Sister Huan came to call for dinner, but Song Jingchen didn’t wake up.

Shen Yijia had not eaten lunch and was extremely hungry. She had no choice but to eat first.

The two of them had not left the room for a day. She thought she would be questioned.

Shen Yijia had already thought of an excuse in her heart, but no one asked about it. They didn’t even ask if Song Jingchen was coming for dinner.

They kept putting food into her bowl and asking her to eat more. Under Widow Wang’s strange gaze, Shen Yijia ate her fill.

When she left the dining table, she heard Widow Wang whispering advice to Madam Li.

“Your son’s body is too weak. You have to nourish him more. I know a prescription. Try it on him next time.”

Madam Li’s face turned red. She wanted to defend her son, but when she thought of Shen Yijia’s strange strength, she muttered, “Sister Jia’s stamina is too good.”

Shen Yijia was speechless.

Shen Yijia had no idea that she had been misunderstood as a female hooligan who had sucked her man dry. She slowly returned to her room.

Song Jingchen was still unconscious. At least he was still breathing.

Otherwise, Shen Yijia would have suspected that she had become a young widow.

Remembering the scene of Widow Wang fighting with Bruiser every day, Shen Yijia shivered.

“Wait, but I don’t have children.” she thought.

It had to be said that Shen Yijia’s attack was really ruthless. When Song Jingchen woke up, it was already late in the morning.

He opened his eyes and looked around before realizing where he was.

Shen Yijia sat at the side, dozing off. She was wrapped in a blanket from head to toe, revealing only her face.

It looked almost comical.

Shen Yijia’s hand was still holding his hand tightly. Song Jingchen even felt a numbing sensation in his hand.

The inexplicable pain in his body had disappeared, replaced by a sharp pain at the back of his neck.

Thinking of the scene before he fainted, Song Jingchen held his forehead helplessly.

Although he didn’t die from the pain, his neck was almost broken by this little girl.

Seeing that Shen Yijia was so tired from sleeping, Song Jingchen sat up and wanted to carry her.

Only then did he realize that something was odd.

He had exerted force on his thigh that couldn’t move in the past.

Song Jingchen was stunned. His heart was filled with mixed emotions. He was excited and confused, but he also couldn’t believe Shen Yijia’s abilities.

He subconsciously moved his hand and Shen Yijia and immediately woke up.

Song Jingchen heaved a sigh of relief. It was good that he was still alive.

“You’re awake? How do you feel? Does it still hurt?” Shen Yijia asked quickly. She even shook Song Jingchen’s hand.

The numbness in his hand made Song Jingchen gasp and quickly hold her restless hand.

He shook her head, then nodded.

Shen Yijia was stunned. “Are you shaking your head or not? Does it hurt or not?” she thought.

“The back of my neck still hurts a little. It doesn’t hurt anywhere else.” Song Jingchen looked at Shen Yijia’s hand meaningfully.

Shen Yijia retracted her hand guiltily and rubbed her nose. “Maybe it’s a side. What about your legs? Can you move them?”

After asking, Shen Yijia was still a little nervous. She looked at Song Jingchen’s legs with a serious expression, afraid that she would hear a negative answer.

She had always relied on her spiritual liquid. If even the spiritual liquid couldn’t save Song Jingchen’s leg, she didn’t know what to do.

Song Jingchen stared at her for a long time before suddenly smiling and nodding.