Yue Yanling slowly regained consciousness, finding herself wrapped in Wang Jian's embrace.
The memories of their passionate encounter from the previous night flooded her mind, starting from the audacious intrusion during her closed-door meditation to the point where she had fervently begged him to ravish her.
Letting out a resigned sigh, she sat down on the ground, her body still tingling with the lingering sensations of their intimate sexual intercourse.
As she focused her energy, she was pleasantly surprised to discover that the persistent ailment of the Icy Wind, which had plagued her for the past year, had vanished completely.
Not only that, but her cultivation had undergone a remarkable surge, as if fueled by their heated night of passion.
Her gaze involuntarily fell upon Wang Jian, and she couldn't help but ponder if this newfound strength was a direct result of their fervent lovemaking.