The time quickly passed, and those two golden lights slowly faded, retracting back into Qin Huan's body.
What remained were a pair of large, watery, bright eyes.
Filled with bewilderment, even a bit of helplessness.
Then, without any warning, she suddenly floated up from the bed.
Slowly adjusted her body, and just like that, suspended herself in mid-air.
A completely dumbfounded Qin Huan had no idea what was happening.
But looking down, she saw.
"Oh my!"
A cry of what seemed like embarrassed annoyance came out, and Qin Huan instantly covered her eyes and cheeks:
"Zhang Feng, why aren't you wearing any clothes?!"
Indeed, at first, she didn't even notice herself. The angle of floating just happened to allow her to see Zhang Feng.
But with that cry, Qin Huan seemed to remember something, quickly reaching out to feel herself.
And she found out she was indeed just like Zhang Feng, not a stitch on!
"Oh my!"
Another cry of utmost shyness.
