In the following half month, apart from daily cultivation, Sword Demon spent his time looking after Ye Wuping.
Of course, it was not by his own will.
Simply because the bed was occupied by Ye Wuping, he could only sleep on the sofa outside, where he often heard Ye Wuping's painful groans. Ye Wuping seemed to do it deliberately; as long as he didn't go in, she would keep groaning in pain.
When Sword Demon went in, she lay there with a smile, perfectly fine.
"I think it's not your Spirit Body that's hurt, but your brain that's broken," Sword Demon was always irritated at moments like this.
But Ye Wuping retained a sweet smile, listening to Sword Demon's words. Once she was able to speak freely, Ye Wuping began wanting to chat with Sword Demon.
"Can you just quietly recover from your injuries without all this nonsense!" Sword Demon would always storm out at this point.
When Sword Demon stormed out, Ye Wuping would begin to fantasize about the moment her eyes would recover.
