Hearing Ling Feng's words, Huaihua seemed to relax, so she gave a low hum in response.
However, she suddenly turned over, presenting her back to Ling Feng, and then curled up slightly, hugging her knees and clearly adopting a defensive posture.
The room was a bit dark, as the curtains blocked the moonlight, allowing only a sliver of light to seep in, but after Ling Feng's eyes adjusted to the darkness, he could still make out the way she was lying and laughed to himself.
She was just a young girl after all; it was impossible for her not to be nervous.
"Silly girl," Ling Feng thought to himself, "Even if I were lascivious, I wouldn't take advantage of you like that. What are you afraid of?"
The room fell silent, and Huaihua lay motionless, not knowing if she had fallen asleep. Ling Feng watched her silhouette for a while until drowsiness gradually overcame him, and he drifted off to sleep.
