The two clung tightly together, not sure whether it was really effective, but Chen Feng soon ceased to tremble and slept like an infant, unrousable even when called.
Gong Yinping touched Chen Feng's breath with her hand and found his breathing to be normal, which finally set her mind at ease. She stared at Chen Feng in a daydream, what kind of man was he? Why was he so formidable? As she pondered, she became infatuated.
After a while, Gong Yinping felt that Chen Feng's body seemed to have recovered to normal. It was then that she left his side. Originally planning to leave quietly, she, as if possessed by some spirit, impulsively reached out and gently caressed his face, finding him to be a handsome and strong man, a pity he wasn't hers.
Gong Yinping looked sadly at Chen Feng for a moment, sighed, and after tugging the quilt over him, she quietly left the room to sleep in the one next door.
