"Li Zhaojun was barefoot, her body emanating a cold aura. She walked step by step towards Ye Fan, gave him an indifferent glance, and said coldly, "This time it's just a minor punishment. If you offend again, don't blame me for being heartless."
Having said that, she turned and walked back to the bed. Without avoiding Ye Fan, she got dressed piece by piece, and finally left the bedroom.
Ten or so minutes after Li Zhaojun left the bedroom, Ye Fan finally regained some vitality, struggled to sit up, and regulated the disordered Qi-Blood in his body.
"Ugh—" Ye Fan suddenly opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of dark red blood, instantly feeling much smoother in his breath and finally able to stand up.
Once dressed, Ye Fan didn't immediately leave but sat at the edge of the bed in deep thought.
