Lin Xuan straightened up and looked at Zhong Ling, whose eyes were closed and whose face still held a rosy flush of lingering pleasure. He smiled with satisfaction.
The cold poison had been cleared and the yin and yang balanced. Ling'er had not only recovered, but had also experienced immense pleasure. It had truly been killing two birds with one stone.
He pulled the quilt over her delicate body, damp with sweat and love fluids, and gently tucked her in so she could sleep peacefully.
After taking care of everything, he straightened his clothes and calmly walked out of the room.
Outside, Mu Wanqing heard the door open and immediately stood up straight, gripping her sword tightly. She asked anxiously, "How did it go? Is Ling'er all right?"
Lin Xuan wore a faint, carefree smile. He flicked his hand and said with easy confidence, "Ling'er's treatment went very well. She's sleeping soundly now and needs a good rest. Go in and help her clean up."
With that, he walked toward his room in high spirits, leaving Mu Wanqing standing there in a daze.
Though Mu Wanqing was puzzled, she felt more relieved than anything else. She pushed open the door and went inside.
A mixture of hot sweat, intimacy, and some intense, indescribable sensual scent washed over her.
She walked to the bedside and saw Zhong Ling sleeping soundly beneath the quilt.
Her chubby cheeks were even curved in a sweet, satisfied smile.
But when Mu Wanqing got a good look at Zhong Ling's face, she froze.
Some translucent white liquid, not quite wiped clean and already beginning to dry, still marked Zhong Ling's delicate face...
Mu Wanqing was clever enough to understand what it was at once!
Her face turned scarlet in an instant, as if it were about