After Lu Xiaoman received Ye Fan's Pure Yang Spiritual Energy, she became particularly attached to Ye Fan, her small hands slipping inside Ye Fan's clothes and reaching into his embrace.
"Xiaoman, what's wrong?" Ye Fan asked softly.
"Nothing, Ye Fan, don't leave me." Lu Xiaoman's face was as delicate as a flower, her eyes filled with affectionate tenderness.
Ye Fan smiled, "Xiaoman, if this weren't a hospital, I really would want you right now."
"You can have me right now... Ye Fan, I love you." Lu Xiaoman was somewhat intoxicated.
After Tantai Wanrong cultivated for the first time, her body was feverish, needing rapid cooling, while Lu Xiaoman was captivated and confused. After all, she was truly married to Ye Fan and understood the joy of the bridal chamber, so she was also exceptionally affectionate.
"No, Xiaoman, this is a hospital; doctors and nurses could come in at any time, and besides, Mo Xiaoyan is still outside..."
