Li Zhaojun's phoenix eyes bore a hint of shyness, yet her face also carried some guilt as she said, "Ye Fan, have you been having a hard time holding back these days?"

Ye Fan smiled, "We've come this far, does a day or two really matter? You shouldn't overthink this. I believe... there will be a wonderful wedding night for us."

As he spoke, Ye Fan pulled Li Zhaojun into his arms. Her passion was ignited, and as her crimson lips met his, the two embraced in a kiss.

The room's lighting was somewhat dim. Ye Fan picked up Li Zhaojun and placed her on the bed. As he pounced onto the bed, the two continued to embrace in kisses, his large hands wandering over her body. However, Ye Fan was considerate, aware that Li Zhaojun's body hadn't fully healed, and refrained from excessive actions.

After their lips parted, Li Zhaojun bit her lip gently and said softly, "Ye Fan, your Nine Yang Divine Skill has progressed, and your body has needs. You needn't worry about me. My injuries... are not a big deal. Today, I am willing to give myself to you."

Ye Fan smiled and kissed her lips gently. "Even if my body has needs, it doesn't necessarily have to be in the most direct way, right? Aren't there other methods?"

"What are you talking about?" Li Zhaojun feigned innocence.

After Ye Fan whispered something in her ear, she retorted playfully, "You rascal, always knowing how to tease me; but... after all, I am your wife..."

She gently pushed Ye Fan aside, even her brows carried an alluring hint of spring's charm.

Li Zhaojun slipped out of Ye Fan's embrace, stepped off the bed, and walked gracefully to the window, drawing the curtains. Clearly embarrassed by such an occasion, she instinctively wanted to shield herself. Yet, upon turning back, she brightened the lights slightly and loosened her clothing, which was just a loose robe she had donned after meditating with Min Shang earlier.

Finally, she knelt by the window gently, throwing Ye Fan a glance filled with shy resentment, "What are you waiting for?"

Ye Fan was quite surprised by Li Zhaojun's understanding. Initially, he thought things could proceed as they always did, but this time, Li Zhaojun was noticeably more open.

He let out a low growl, leapt off the bed without hesitation, and approached Li Zhaojun. Li Zhaojun looked up at him, her eyes gradually becoming misty. Soon, Ye Fan genuinely relished the service of her fragrant lips and skillful tongue, closing his eyes to savor the feeling of conquest at that moment.

It was different from his experiences with Han Qing'er or any other woman, for he was deeply affectionate towards Li Zhaojun; the rapport they shared was unique.

Li Zhaojun, too, showed no perfunctory attitude towards Ye Fan. Aware that her physical condition wasn't suitable for consummating their marriage, she strived to the best of her ability to fulfill Ye Fan's sense of dominance. Her Pure Yin Spiritual Energy spurred her willingness to submit before Ye Fan.

Just as the two were losing themselves in the moment, the door suddenly opened, and a graceful figure appeared at the doorway. This person's presence did not interrupt Li Zhaojun and Ye Fan's actions.

"Miss Min, don't just stand at the door, come in... hmm..." Li Zhaojun, still kneeling, tried to greet Min Shang but quickly lost the ability to speak coherently.

Ye Fan did not turn to look at Min Shang, as his Divine Sense had elevated to a level where he could perceive his surroundings without looking. Without his consent, Min Shang wouldn't have been able to enter the room.

Min Shang watched Ye Fan and Li Zhaojun's proceedings with surprise, instinctively feeling her cheeks flush. The sight of the otherwise noble Li Zhaojun engaging in such acts made her feel a hint of shame.

Yet, Min Shang did not avert her gaze. In fact, she envied Li Zhaojun, as Li Zhaojun's figure was splendid, and she had Ye Fan's love. Min Shang wished to take Li Zhaojun's place, yet felt a pang of inferiority, ultimately lowering her head in silence.

Meanwhile, Li Zhaojun wore a proud expression. As a woman, she sensed Min Shang was a formidable rival for Ye Fan's affection. Having secured Ye Fan's love and tending to him now showcased her allure. This incited a woman's innate competitive instinct, compelling her to demonstrate her affection toward Ye Fan, hoping he would cherish her more and allowing her to flaunt before her rival.

Li Zhaojun wasn't a jealous woman, but her Pure Yin Spiritual Energy was unique, and Min Shang also possessed Pure Yin Spiritual Energy. Though Min Shang's wasn't constant, the two women's energies had covertly vied for Ye Fan's Pure Yang Spiritual Energy during his healing session for Min Shang.

Thus, Li Zhaojun wished to showcase her charming and affectionate side in front of Min Shang, making it clear she was Ye Fan's true woman.

Ultimately, after a long build-up, Ye Fan's body reached a climax. Unlike before, Li Zhaojun did not rush to the bathroom to rinse or bathe; instead, she gazed at Ye Fan calmly, asking softly, "Feeling any better?"

Ye Fan smiled and caressed Li Zhaojun's cheek, "Yes, thank you, Zhaojun."

Li Zhaojun rolled her eyes at Ye Fan gently, stretched out her slender hand to fasten the belt of his robe, and only then slipped on the discarded robe carelessly before standing up. Together, they walked forward arm in arm, appearing as a husband and wife would when welcoming a guest into their home.

"Miss Min, please have a seat." Li Zhaojun's face bore the pride of a hostess.

Min Shang looked at Ye Fan with disbelief and asked, "Why do this?"

This question was awkward for Ye Fan to answer. During his prior interaction with Li Zhaojun, he hadn't avoided Min Shang because, deep down, he harbored a desire to conquer her too. He thought letting Min Shang witness this would slowly evoke her womanly longings, but he hadn't considered other implications.

Seeing Ye Fan silent, Li Zhaojun smiled and answered on his behalf, "Miss Min, I am Ye Fan's wedded wife. His body has needs, yet I'm injured and cannot act as his cultivation partner. I couldn't allow him to find release with women of ill intentions. This was merely fulfilling my wifely duties. You, too, have feelings for him. Isn't that what you think as well?"

Min Shang bowed her head in shame, wishing to say if Ye Fan needed it, he could come to her. She had always hoped to mutually cultivate with him. However, she felt her emotions didn't reach the same depth as Li Zhaojun's. At least she didn't want to humble herself, kneeling before Ye Fan to serve him.

"I think... I will." Min Shang finally affirmed sincerely.

Upon hearing this, Li Zhaojun cast Ye Fan a reproachful glance, as if blaming him for winning over Min Shang's trust. But she knew it wasn't Ye Fan's fault. As Ye Fan's Pure Yang Spiritual Energy grew fuller, there was an aura of majesty about him. Even she felt the urge to bow before him in submission; how could Min Shang—a woman hoping Ye Fan could alter her constitution—resist this allure?

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