(Thank you very much to 'Chao Zhe An An' for the reward!)
"Bzzzz—!"
Driven by magic power, soft white radiance flickered throughout the dim room like a sun that abruptly brightened and darkened. At its brightest, it was so dazzling that nothing could be seen. Even at its dimmest, the light still filled the entire room.
Originally, Patchouli had curled herself into a ball with her back to Wu Yan. Though that exposed her perky buttocks to his eyes, exposing her back was still less of a loss than exposing her front.
To treat Patchouli's asthma, Wu Yan pressed the hand wielding Angel's Holy Light against her body. Since Patchouli had her back to him, his hand naturally rested on her soft back.
Yet somehow, at some point, Patchouli's body began to relax. She went from facing away from him to lying flat on her back, exposing her entire delicate body. The blush that had initially risen from embarrassment gradually took on a genuinely healthy rosiness.
This greatly shocked Patchouli, who had kept her eyes closed and had been sensing the condition within her body.
No one understood her body better than Patchouli herself.
Because of her asthma, Patchouli had never been able to breathe smoothly. Even when it was not acting up, breathing was more difficult and weaker for her than for ordinary people.
But now, Patchouli could clearly feel that not only was her breathing steadily becoming smoother at a noticeable pace, even the strength of each breath was growing stronger.
What did that prove?...
It proved that the asthma that had plagued Patchouli for a full hundred years, tormenting her unbearably whenever it flared up, was vanishing at an extremely rapid rate!
How could Patchouli not be shocked by that?...
Patchouli's asthma was not an ordinary illness.