Even in her previous life, she felt uncomfortable when a man entered her room, let alone here in ancient times.
Nan Feng's heart leaped quickly but she didn't stop him.
Brother Ye observed the room thoroughly and asked Nan Quanyou for a set of tools and a ladder. With a straw hat on, he began to tap on the tiles of the roof.
Although the rain was lighter, it still trickled down. Nan Feng stood in the courtyard, watching Brother Ye get soaked on the rooftop. His garment clung to his shapely muscular body.
Although she felt fluttered, Nan Feng still yelled, "Brother Ye, why don't you wait until the rain stops for the repairs? You might get sick being wet like this."
Without glancing down, Brother Ye waved his hand casually, "Don't worry, I won't get sick."
Seeing his determination, Nan Feng didn't try to persuade him further. However, she guessed the roof wouldn't be fixed anytime soon, so she asked Nan Quanyou to cook. She intended to treat Brother Ye to lunch at their place.
