A moment later.
Huang Fuling slowly rose to her feet.
Just as enchanting and tempting as ever.
But she looked somewhat tired and weary.
Then, with a slight frown of her willow-shaped eyebrows, a purple crescent mark flashed across her brow.
It brought a hint of pain to her face, her legs went soft, and she nearly fell to the ground—fortunately, Fang Yang promptly supported her before dominantly carrying her to the bed.
Seeing the pale and pain-stricken Huang Fuling, Fang Yang couldn't help but feel puzzled.
A Great Grandmaster like her should experience such pain and weakness from this?
He could, of course, leave at any time.
But the fact that Huang Fuling had just massaged him through her pain, putting so much effort into it, ultimately made him feel somewhat reluctant to be uncaring.
So, after hesitating for a while, he opened his mouth and said,
"This lord can treat your injuries, though the feeling is quite peculiar. Can you bear it?"
"I can!"
