Shengge's cheeks flushed with a hint of girlish coyness, as she spoke the words she had rehearsed countless times in her mind.
"You saved me?"
Feng Ling couldn't believe it.
"Hmm."
Shengge shyly nodded her head, casually shooting a glance at Feng Ling's injured body.
Feng Ling propped himself up and took a glance at his body.
"Boom."
It was as if a thunderbolt struck his head, causing his mind to go blank, almost spewing out a mouthful of old blood.
He had fallen into a coma and descended into the mortal world, unconscious, and transformed into a human form without illusions of clothes.
At this moment, he was only covered with a woman's clothes, and nothing else.
"Your body is too weak to physically support yourself; it's better to lie down."
As if she had seen through the embarrassment Feng Ling felt, Shengge intentionally waved her right hand in front of him, pretending to console him while pressing his shoulder.