Fortunately, in the next moment, Yang Ai's eyes changed, and the Red Lotus Fire instantly vanished deep into her pupils.
Her expression melted like solid ice, instantly blossoming into astonishing charm.
"Brother Su, Sister, I've been reborn!" Yang Ai's crisp, melodic voice rang out. Compared to before, it carried an ethereal quality, making it even more pleasant to the ear. She then ran over to Su Yu. As her delicate, snow-white body bounded forward, her curves swayed and bounced in a breathtaking display.
Su Yu's heart fluttered at the sight. He felt the Qi and Blood he had exhausted over a night of exertion begin to boil once more.
"Here, sister. Put some clothes on." Yang Zhen took a garment from her Storage Ring and handed it to Yang Ai. Her tone carried an inexplicable emotion—it was hard to say whether it was envy, joy, or something else entirely.
