If it wasn't for the knowledge that Mingyue was still guarding outside the room, and considering Mingyue's injuries hadn't fully healed, Ye Luo might have indeed stripped down for a big bout of passion, since Yan Ling wouldn't have refused anyway.
"All right, Sister Yan."
Ye Luo took a deep breath and hurriedly released his hands, suppressing the fire of desire within him.
Called by Ye Luo like that, Yan Ling also woke up from that extremely comfortable and intoxicating dream, and looking at Ye Luo, she didn't know why her cheeks were somewhat flushed.
At this moment, the startling whip marks on Yan Ling's body had already scarred over, and the wounds had become much smaller.
"Take this medicine bottle, apply the powder inside it to the wounds every day, and in three to four days, you should fully recover without any scars left."
Ye Luo handed the small medicine bottle to Yan Ling as he spoke.
"Thank you." Looking at Ye Luo, Yan Ling's eyes shimmered with deep affection.