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Holding Chen Yuhe's soft shoulders, Ling Feng entered the room and, with the faint light, saw that Li Shiyun and Mo Jiaolan were both sitting against the wall on the bed, huddled close together, obviously also very afraid of the thunderous sounds.
He walked over to Chen Yuhe, smiling and said, "Don't be scared, it's just thunder, why be so tense?"
"But the thunder is really frightening, I've never heard such loud thunder in my life!" Li Shiyun said.
"It's the season for thunderstorms, there's nothing to worry about, it will pass soon," Ling Feng said.
Despite his words, the three girls were still very nervous. Every time lightning streaked across the sky, they would tremble slightly, and Ling Feng felt a twinge of pity.
After pondering for a moment, he suddenly thought of a way to distract them.
