She suddenly turned her head and looked at Lu Feng.
Her eyes were filled with disbelief.
Lu Feng wasn't looking at Nuwa, but he knew she was watching him.
Without turning his head, he said, "What, have flowers sprouted on my face?"
Nuwa glared at him and said irritably:
"They have. A whole patch of them, tender and dripping with dew."
Hearing that, Lu Feng suddenly rose.
Then he looked at Nuwa before him, his brows furrowed.
"Why do you keep talking nonsense all day? You're not sick, are you?"
He stood up in bewilderment, then reached out.
And just like that, as naturally as could be, he placed his hand on Nuwa's forehead.
Hmm.
Her skin felt smooth beneath his hand.
Like a piece of exquisite jade.
It felt wonderful to the touch.
Lu Feng felt her forehead, then withdrew his hand and felt his own.
He muttered:
"Nothing seems wrong. Why is she acting so strange?"
Thump!
Thump!
At that moment.
Nuwa could already hear the heart beating within her chest.
Its rhythm grew faster.
Before she knew it, her lovely face had gradually flushed.
The warmth of his touch still lingered on her forehead.
Faced with such a bold gesture from Lu Feng.
Nuwa was momentarily stunned.
After all, who would ever dare to be so intimate with her?
Impossible!
No one dared.
Even among her fellow Saints.
Not one had the nerve.
And more importantly, if Nuwa had been here in her Saint body, none of this would have mattered.
Her state of mind was all but flawless.
No matter how far Lu Feng went, she would have remained unruffled.
Like a stone sinking into the ocean, it would barely have stirred a ripple.
But this moment was different.
She was an avatar.
Her state of