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Wang Ye had fallen asleep again, and when he realized he was asleep again, a small handbook was covering his face.
And someone's hands were playing with his abdomen.
He lifted the handbook and saw Zhou Yun sitting beside the bed, cutting open the bandage around his waist with scissors and applying ointment with her fingers.
"What time is it now?"
Wang Ye spoke up, touching his cheek, which had significantly reduced in swelling.
"You can talk now? I told you, you have a unique gift. Your wounds are also healing nicely," Zhou Yun said with a smile.
Zhou Yun spread the ointment with bare hands while also caressing his body, a look of satisfaction and desire appearing on her face.
"Once your wounds heal, half a year of training will definitely make you a strong, powerful warrior," she said with a laugh.
Wang Ye propped himself up and placed the handbook beside him, asking, "What army are you from? You're not part of Yin Country's army, right?"
