"Silly girl, this is not a dream! It really is me!"
Ye Feng smiled, held Han Xiaoyun's face, and kissed her lips hard.
At the same time, that real touch also made Han Xiaoyun certain that all this was not a dream. The person outside the window was indeed Ye Feng, a flesh-and-blood Ye Feng who deeply loved her.
Several days have passed since Ye Feng went to Baishan. During these days, she has been nervous and worried about Ye Feng.
She was afraid that she would hurt Ye Feng's heart and he would never come back to her.
But now, Ye Feng appeared outside the window in the early morning.
And even when Ye Feng showed up in the early morning, he still brought flowers to see her.
Although it was only a few days, she felt like she was meeting Ye Feng again after a long separation and couldn't help but hugging him and sobbing.
"I'm back now, aren't I? Stop crying!"
Ye Feng rubbed Han Xiaoyun's soft hair, said something soothing in a gentle voice, then shuddered exaggeratedly and said with a bitter face: "You don't plan to hug me through the window forever..."
After hearing this, Han Xiaoyun blushed and let Ye Feng climb in through the window.
"Do you usually wear this when you go to bed at night, or did you do it specially to welcome me?"
After standing still, he closed the window with his backhand and glanced at Han Xiaoyun. Ye Feng couldn't help swallowing his saliva.
At this moment, Han Xiaoyun was only wearing a set of pure white clothes.
Although the clothes were white, it did not make her skin look dark. Instead, it made her skin look as crystal clear as snow jade, sparkling with an alluring white color.
Especially the grooves formed by those two soft and fluffy breasts like cotton, which make people want to check her depth.
"Don't look at it... You know, I have a strange disease, I can't do that..."
Han Xiaoyun felt a little hot all over when Ye Feng's gaze was as sharp as a knife. She hurriedly grabbed the nightgown beside her and wrapped it around herself, then lowered her head shyly.
"So what you mean is, if you recover from your illness, I can do that?"
Ye Feng glanced at Han Xiaoyun with lingering interest and smiled evilly.
Han Xiaoyun felt so overwhelmed by his gaze at the moment that she didn't hear clearly what he said and just nodded randomly.
"Okay, then just wait for me to heal you!"
When Ye Feng heard this, he immediately became energized and rushed into the kitchen ready to go.
He had already prepared all the materials needed to refine the Shiyue Pill except the Jingyang Flower.
Now that he had the Jingyang Flower in his hands and had received Han Xiaoyun's affirmative response, he could no longer delay even a minute.
Without thinking, he turned on the natural gas and threw the alchemy furnace onto the flames. Then he began a dazzling operation, preparing the required medicinal materials one by one and then throwing them into the furnace.
"Ye Feng, what are you doing?"
Han Xiaoyun looked at Ye Feng's actions in confusion. What Ye Feng was doing at this moment made her feel extremely strange.
But she could clearly smell the rich aroma of medicine emanating from the furnace.
And just smelling the fragrance of the medicine made her feel that her body seemed to become a little more relaxed, as if there was a faulty screw that was being adjusted to return to normal.
"Make an elixir! Make an elixir that will make you well again!"
Ye Feng said briefly, then tore off the petals of the Jingyang flower one by one and threw them into the alchemy furnace.
The medicinal properties of Jingyang Flower are concentrated in the petals. This flower grows in extremely cold places and grows with Bingxin Grass. At the beginning, a trace of pure Yang was born in the extreme cold. This bit of pure Yang is extremely rare and is also the key to refining Shiyue Pill.
After just a few breaths, a strange fragrance wafted from the alchemy furnace. The originally melted medicine liquid gradually merged into pills.
When the pill was completely formed, Ye Feng quickly turned off the fire and took out the pill.
"Take it, and you will be cured."
Immediately afterwards, Ye Feng took out the Shiyue Pill and handed it to Han Xiaoyun.
The Shiyue Pill is round and purple in color. There is a hint of silver light lingering on the surface of the pill, making it look like there is a full moon hidden inside the pill.
"This... is incredible..."
The appearance of the Shiyue Pill made Han Xiaoyun deeply shocked. She even felt reluctant to swallow it at this moment. Because this pill didn't look like a pill, but a perfect work of art.
Taking a perfectly good work of art feels like wasting something that was gifted to us.
"Don't feel sorry, this is what I prepared for you."
Ye Feng smiled, held the Shiyue Pill, and carefully put it into Han Xiaoyun's mouth.
As the pill entered Han Xiaoyun's mouth, it immediately turned into a stream of boiling liquid and spread to every part of her body.
The strange heat made Han Xiaoyun feel that some changes seemed to be happening inside her body. The screw that was different from ordinary screws was undergoing improvement and was moving towards normal conditions.
Not only that, the heat made her feel hot all over. Her originally snow-white and tender skin gradually turned light pink as time went by, and drops of fragrant sweat lingered in her pores.
After a long time, that strange feeling finally dissipated completely.
"Am I okay?"
After being stunned for a long time, Han Xiaoyun looked at Ye Feng in confusion and asked curiously.
"I don't know either..." Ye Feng shook his head. This was his first time refining the Real Moon Pill, so how could he know what the effect of this pill would be? But then, he smiled evilly and said slowly, "Whether it's good or not, we'll know after we try it."
"don't want… "
Han Xiaoyun took a step back nervously, trying to avoid Ye Feng.
But there was no way she could escape Ye Feng's clutches. Before she could struggle, Ye Feng reached out and grabbed her. He put his arms around her waist and hugged her like a princess. The two of them clung tightly together and strode towards the bathroom.
The fiery breath, like a violent storm, swept through every part of Han Xiaoyun's body, especially the strange heat, which made her tremble and twist her body uncontrollably.
As they walked on the road, the clothes on their bodies fluttered to the ground like butterflies.
Ye Feng's hands, like spirit snakes, kept wandering on Han Xiaoyun's snow-white skin. The smoothness and softness that changed into thousands of shapes at his fingertips made his blood boil, and he urgently wanted to find something to moisten his dry body.
Crash...
The shower was turned on, and the warm water fell on the two white breasts, splashing tiny ripples.
After a moment, Han Xiaoyun's long and satisfied sigh, like pain and happiness, came from the bathroom.
Then, Ye Feng's evil laughter sounded in the bathroom: "Teacher Han, I can now confirm that your illness has been completely cured..."
(End of this chapter)