Ji Yiran blushed and shyly turned her gaze away.
As Tang Wanyu, who was recovering her energy, witnessed Ji Yiran's bashful demeanor, she couldn't help bursting into hearty laughter.
"Husband, Yan Ran obviously still wants more; she's just too embarrassed to say it."
Ye Fei, an experienced hand in romance, could not fail to notice Ji Yiran's state.
He immediately leaned in close to Ji Yiran and kissed her on the cheek.
"Yan Ran, my dear wife, how about your husband heals you first? If we wait, you won't feel as great, and what remains will all be pleasure."
Upon hearing this, Ji Yiran was suddenly startled.
Of course, she knew that Ye Fei's medical skills were exceptional, since she had been injured before, and the wound was inflicted by an Ancient Martial Artist.
Back then, Ye Fei had healed her wound in no time at all.
The injury now was obviously not as severe as the earlier one; healing it would be a matter of minutes.