Tang Wushuang was also suffering from insomnia on the other side, only managing to fall asleep in the middle of the night. The next morning, it was still Tang Feng who came to call her before she finally got up.
As a Cultivation practitioner, Tang Feng wasn't affected, but Tang Wushuang was different. After staying up all night, not only did her face look haggard, but she also clearly wasn't feeling too well.
"Little aunt, are you okay, are you feeling unwell?" Tang Feng instinctively placed his hand on Tang Wushuang's forehead. If it had been someone else, she would have definitely dodged, but facing Tang Feng, she didn't move away. She just stared at the man in front of her, foolishly at a loss for what to do.
"Little aunt, don't scare me." Tang Feng gently shook Tang Wushuang's shoulders with both hands.
"I... I'm fine. It's just not being used to the house and not sleeping well, that's all." A tinge of shyness flashed in Tang Wushuang's eyes.
