Before she met Yan Tang, she never knew that she would also have this kind of heart-warming feeling towards men.

This feeling has nothing to do with anything.

It has nothing to do with his bloodline, identity, or whether it matches her.

For the first time in her life, she felt like she was thumping in her heart when she thought of a man.

She covered her heart and sat up, feeling a little uncomfortable.

She couldn't sleep so she simply got out of bed, stood in front of the window, and looked at the bright moonlight outside.

She likes moonlight.

The moonlight made her feel peaceful.

But this time, even the gentle moonlight could not save her.

She always had a feeling and an impulse in her heart.

It made her sit and stand up, and she was stumbled with her heart and lungs.

Until, she saw a white figure sitting on the roof opposite, bathed in the moonlight, and covered with a layer of silver-white all over her body.

It's him, Yan Tang.

He is practicing.

Bishang was so crazy about seeing it.

Yan Tang practiced for an hour, and she stood beside the bed and looked at him for an hour.

Not bored at all.

After Yan Tang's practice was over, he flew down the roof and stood firmly in the courtyard.

"Yan Tang." Bishang couldn't help but call.

Yan Tang looked back.

His eyes were bright, his smile was shallow, and he was as warm as the moon.

"Miss Bishang hasn't been asleep yet?" He smiled and walked closer, looking at her through the window.

Bishang pinched the window ridge with both hands and whispered, "Do you practice too at night?"

"Stranquility at night can make people feel free from distractions." Yan Tang explained, "I am used to this. However, Miss Bishang, if she is pregnant, she should have rested earlier."

"I... can't sleep." Bishang whispered.

"Are you feeling uncomfortable?" Yan Tang asked, "Does the wound hurt?"

Bishang raised his hand and touched his shoulders. It was indeed a bit painful, but it did not affect his sleep.

"Yan Tang, can you...can you help me with medicine?" She said this for some reason.

Yan Tang replied happily: "Of course."

He approached Bishang's bedroom.

Bishang's bedroom is inlaid with several night pearls, the table is a huge scallop, and the bed curtain is also the style of the Dragon Palace under the sea.

"It seems to be at the bottom of the sea." Yan Tang said.

Bishang smiled and said carelessly: "These are all made by Fei Miao in Beihai. He likes to make these useless fancy things."

Fei Miao, standing in the corner of the outside wall, leaned against the wall, looked up at the bright moon, revealing a slightly pale and thin face, silent.

Inside the house.

Yan Tang took out a bottle of ointment and said, "I prepared this medicine myself. It is very useful for external trauma and will not leave scars."

Bishang felt a little embarrassed and said, "Or, I'll do it myself."

Her wound was on her shoulders, and if she wanted to apply medicine, she had to take off her clothes.

Although the gods do not have as much red tape as the mortal world, she is a woman after all, and the other person is a man.

Still a little embarrassed.

Yan Tang is indeed open-minded, with clear eyes and no thoughts.

He smiled and said, "Miss Bishang, don't worry. I am a practitioner of Taoism and will not have any evil thoughts."

Bishang's cheeks turned red.

He said so, and if she kept ruthless, she would be a little embarrassed.

"Well, okay." She sat on the chair, gently pulled open the laces of clothes, slightly opened the clothes, and exposed one shoulder.

Although there is a wound on the shoulder, you can still clearly see the smooth and delicate skin.
Chapter completed!