Ye Fan bent down and kissed Ling Yifei's forehead, flashing a wicked smile, "That's right! You have no idea, last night you were too wild!"
Ye Fan felt somewhat helpless; his physique still couldn't withstand a woman who could affect his memory fragments. Once that mysterious power inside him was unleashed, he feared he'd be blasted to death on the spot!
Therefore, the Flame of Inheritance kept reminding him to hold back, so when it came to Ling Yifei, Qi Jiao, and that beauty who gave him the Dragon Breath, Ye Fan couldn't really do anything substantial.
"Ah?" Ling Yifei gave herself another careful look-over, then turned to Ye Fan with a puzzled expression, "Fan Ye, did we really do that? Why do I remember that after I entered the room last night, I passed out and can't recall anything?"
