The next morning, when Yang Yifeng woke up, he felt a sense of pressure on his chest and a trace of liquid on his neck, unsure of what it was.
When he opened his eyes, he couldn't help but pause for a moment before breaking into laughter.
As it turned out, Yifeng had been extremely tired the night before. To heal Tiantian's severed arm, he had nearly depleted all his Miraculous Energy. Even though this energy would eventually return to Yifeng, the process would inevitably leave him extremely exhausted to the point where he didn't even realize when Tiantian had fallen asleep on his chest.
Looking at the little girl, a tender expression naturally appeared on Yifeng's face.
After her bath, Xiao Tiantian had been thoroughly cleansed of all dirt. Her little face was innocent and unpretentious, and she looked like a little beauty. However, as Yifeng's gaze drifted downward, he couldn't help but blush and quickly lifted his head again.
