Fang Ling's cheeks were crimson as she yanked the quilt over her face.
Yang Cheng came over, pulled the quilt away, and spoke softly, "What are you being shy for? You already told me you like pleasuring yourself with your hands, it's not like I don't know."
"That's different!"
Fang Ling peeked her head out from beneath the covers, her beautiful eyes still swimming with the afterglow of desire.
"Why did you suddenly come looking for me?"
"Aunt said you've seemed listless lately, so she sent me to check on you. Let me feel your pulse."
Yang Cheng sat on the edge of the bed, reaching out to gently grasp Fang Ling's white, slender wrist, beginning to examine her pulse carefully.
His brows knitted together; he discovered an abundance of Primordial Yin Qi inside Fang Ling's body. The sensation was hauntingly familiar—exactly the same as with Chu Xiaoyu before.
Could it be that Fang Ling is also an Innate Seductive Body?
"Mmm~ Brother Cen, are you done with your examination?"
