Seeing her relaxed smile, Tang Feng also smiled, and the two struck up a conversation. They chatted about everything under the sky, from north to south, and might have continued if the Immortal Puppet hadn't interrupted them.
"You eat, I'll go out and check on the patients outside." Tang Feng was embarrassed; he had almost forgotten his main duty because of the chat.
Watching Tang Feng's departing figure, Nie Wuqiu's eyes flashed with a peculiar light, and her face regained some color; she was no longer prone to blushing at her age.
Speaking with a man more than she ever spoke with her husband, and being more simpatico, was already very telling.
Alas!
Had she become the type of woman described as flirty? However, as long as she found happiness, what did it matter?
