Xiao Ye would never admit that the cold sweat was because he felt guilty, so he patted his stomach and laughed,
"That little session just now nearly wore me out, this potion came at the perfect time, just enough to make up for what I lost."
Yunxi quietly gazed at him with her beautiful eyes. Maybe it was because her physical issues had been temporarily resolved, but while she still gave off that icy aura, the bone-chilling coldness she usually exuded had lessened a lot.
And on her flawless little face, a faint blush started to rise.
Remembering what had just happened, she got bashful.
*This version of the Iceberg Dean right now was stunning to Xiao Ye—ten-thousand-year ice finally melting, revealing a touch of warmth. Her checking up on his stamina and handing him the supply potion was a real milestone of change for her.*
