As expected, a High God's constitution is simply built to last. Moyuan put Little Seventeenth through the wringer for three full days—a full three days!
Little Seventeenth lay limply on the bed, trying to bring her legs together... Well, they wouldn't close.
Little Seventeenth felt Moyuan applying salve to her. That area was burning with pain, but once the medicine went on, it felt cool and refreshing, much more comfortable.
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