"There's a tearing pain, I don't think I can walk normally anymore. If it happens again, I'll probably have to lie in bed for half a month."
Liu Ye gave Su Fan a coquettish look.
Su Fan suppressed the urge to take Liu Ye again and said seriously,
"I didn't mean that—I was referring to your physical condition and illness."
"Oh?"
By now, Liu Ye had already dressed and was combing her hair in front of the mirror. In the mirror, she looked radiant, her complexion so improved it was at its peak, making her appear as if she had shed more than a decade and was as young as a recent female university graduate. Even the crow's feet at the corners of her eyes had vanished.
Especially her body—aside from the torn feeling down below, her spirits were high, and her strength was at its peak. There was no sense of fatigue whatsoever.
"So, making love with you can even beautify and rejuvenate my skin?"
Liu Ye felt both delighted and astonished at her transformation.
