Ling Yao indeed paid no attention to Ling Feng's bare-chested appearance, her gaze serene like still water, making it hard for Ling Feng to discern what she was thinking.
After lying down, Ling Feng felt his heart pounding wildly, so he smiled helplessly and said to Ling Yao, "Sis, did you hear that?"
"Yes, you're very nervous."
Ling Yao looked at him and nodded.
"Aren't you nervous?" Ling Feng asked.
"Not really, even though it's my first time sleeping on the same bed as a man, I feel you're like family, so I don't think much of it," Ling Yao replied.
Ling Feng looked at her, thinking to himself, am I not a man anymore? She's not nervous, so why am I acting like this?
After hesitating for a moment, he bravely asked, "Um, can I hold you?"
As soon as he said this, he regretted it, feeling he was a bit too hasty.
Unexpectedly, Ling Yao nodded, then leaned over towards him.
Her hair was still damp, and when it touched Ling Feng's arm, he immediately felt a chill.
