"Fei'Er, you, you..." Yue Mei'Er was instantly tongue-tied and stammered in shock.
"Why, you can, but I can't? Don't forget, I'm one of the four servants of the Saint Heir, serving in bed is one of my duties, I'm just fulfilling this obligation now." Ji Fei'Er spoke as if it was a matter of course.
The reasoning was flawless.
"Fei'Er, do you know what it means to serve in bed?" Yue Mei'Er asked cautiously, because of Ji Fei'Er's health issues, many times they avoided such topics in front of her.
"Isn't it just a man doing that..." As soon as Ji Fei'Er spoke, Yue Mei'Er reached out and covered her mouth.
This was too direct, too vulgar.
"Fei'Er, don't you even have our women's monthly cycle?"
"I do now." Ji Fei'Er said very seriously.
"You can now, could it be you've been cured..."
"Yes, after so many years, I finally found a physician who could cure me. I originally wanted to try with him, but unfortunately, he wasn't willing." Ji Fei'Er said lightly.
