Thirty minutes later, in the master bedroom on the second floor.
Tang Xiaowan lay on the soft, large bed, her face pale and eyes tightly closed.
Her wet dress had been changed by Tang Mei.
In the adjacent living room, Leng Lingxiao sat on the sofa, recalling everything that had just happened, his heart filled with confusion and unease.
Could it have been that the kiss lasted too long?
Navigating the maze had already exhausted her greatly, and I still... It's all my fault!
I hope nothing's wrong, please let there be nothing wrong.
As Leng Lingxiao was reflecting on his actions, Tang Mei came out, holding a wooden silver needle box, her profound eyes showing neither joy nor anger.
Leng Lingxiao quickly walked over to her, extremely anxious, like a child who had made a mistake.
"Grandma, how is Tangtang?"
His voice was especially low, his gaze intense, and to those unaware, it seemed as if he was awaiting a sentence.
Seeing this, Tang Mei's eyes softened with a smile.
