"Mm..."
There was no telling how much time had passed.
Zhou Fan gradually regained consciousness and slowly opened his eyes.
The first things he saw were two full, firm breasts, almost pressed against his face.
He could distinctly feel their warmth, while a delicate, refreshing fragrance lingered in his nose.
Zhou Fan sat up.
"Xiaofan, you're awake."
"Yeah. How long was I asleep?" Zhou Fan shook his somewhat heavy head, feeling as though he had slept for quite a while.
"Not long. Less than two hours. Your recovery really is amazing," Xia Qingran marveled.
She had thought Zhou Fan would need at least several hours of sleep before waking up.
She hadn't expected him to wake after just two hours.
That kind of recovery was far beyond what an ordinary person could manage.
At the very least, Xia Qingran had never seen anyone with a more outrageous ability to recover.
"Of course. Just look at who I am." Zhou Fan looked proud.
When it came to recovery, he was confident that few people could match him.
"Brother Zhou, you're awake." Ye Chen, who was beside him, was awake too.
He had woken ten minutes before Zhou Fan.
Of course, that wasn't because his constitution was better than Zhou Fan's.
Rather, he had taken some healing medicine before passing out. Once it took effect, he had quickly regained consciousness.
Zhou Fan hadn't taken anything. He had relied entirely on his own recovery.
There was a considerable difference.
"Yeah."
"Brother Zhou, it's a shame I couldn't witness the final battle myself, but I'm sure it was spectacular. After all, it was you. There was no way you'd lose," Ye Chen said.
"Come on, I'm not paying you. You don't have to hype me up like that."
Even Zhou Fan felt embarrassed by