"Uh..."
On the bed, Ling Feng slightly frowned, faintly smelling a fragrance wafting over, and couldn't help but open his eyes. He discovered he was lying on an embroidered bed, and judging by the room's decor, it was clearly a woman's boudoir.
At the bedside, Tuoba Yan sat cross-legged, seemingly meditating.
On the window sill, a dazzling light shone straight down, Ling Feng involuntarily raised his hand to shield from the sun, feeling slightly moved in his heart.
This woman, did she stay by his side the whole night?
Seemingly sensing Ling Feng's movement, Tuoba Yan opened her eyes, looked at Ling Feng, bit her silver teeth, and feigned calmness, saying, "You're awake?"
"Awake, thank you."
Ling Feng struggled to rise from the bed, stretching lazily. Although he was still a bit fatigued, after a night's rest, he was mostly fine.
