When Qin Tian opened his eyes, it was already around 11 in the morning.
Gazing at the ceiling and taking in the surroundings of the room, Qin Tian lay in bed stretching languidly.
"Oh my god..."
His whole body ached, especially his waist and hips.
"The poison from the Yangchun Powder has finally been cured."
After circulating his Qi, everything returned to normal, and Qin Tian took a long breath of relief.
Qin Tian sat up from the bed, frowning, "Who cured me of the poison last night?"
In his mind, the blurry images from last night flashed instantly.
When Qin Tian was almost at his limit, Wang Han quietly rushed into his room in her nightgown.
Then, without saying anything, Wang Han approached Qin Tian's bed.
At that moment, Qin Tian, like a wild beast seeing a small white rabbit, pounced directly on Wang Han, pinning her on the bed with rough movements, unbuttoning her clothes, pulling down her pants, and starting to roll around with her in his arms...
"Aunt Han..."
