Chapter 170 Not the First Time Sharing a Bed

Moments later, Thalia returned with a medical kit. Tyren immediately resumed his weak, pitiful act, groaning softly every now and then. "It hurts…" That only made her more anxious. "Should we go to the hospital? What if you have a concussion?" There was still a smear of cream on her face, with the milky sweetness wafting into his nostrils. The way he looked at her turned heated and dangerous once more. He wanted to pull her into his arms and kiss her hard. But she was completely focused on the back of his head, completely unaware of the ravenous hunger in his eyes. When he stayed silent, Thalia panicked even more. "This won't do. We should go to the hospital. What if you knocked yourself stupid?" "No need," he said and took the chance to lean on her shoulder, wrapping an arm around her waist. "Just apply some ointment, blow on it, and it'll be fine." In her worry, she didn't think twice. She panickedly squeezed ointment onto her palm and gently rubbed it onto the back of his hea