"Still not fully recovered..."
"But... there's a way. Come up..."
"Ah?"
"Quick! Be obedient!"
"...This..."
"There's nothing to be shy about between husband and wife... Come, let me teach you..."
"..."
Afterward.
Fang Che lay comfortably on the bed, holding Ye Meng like a fragrant puddle of mud, and lamented, "Nearly twenty days, how many things were delayed."
Ye Meng didn't want to speak, she closed her eyes and leaned against his chest, "Don't talk..."
She fell asleep.
Fang Che held Ye Meng but couldn't help thinking of Zhao Ying'er. He wondered how she was recovering.
Fang Che was in recovery.
Meanwhile, after being clung onto by Lan Xinxue desperately for two days, the Great Elder of the Netherworld Palace had made up his mind to leave no matter what.
"Depart early tomorrow morning."
The Great Elder was even quite grateful.
Luckily, that Fang Che was unconscious and couldn't come out; otherwise, this would be really difficult...
While thinking.
