Seeing how stiff Ye Feng was, Tsunade laughed even harder inwardly. Yet she put on a stern face and feigned anger as she said:
"Am I some kind of tigress? Get over here!"
Hearing that, Ye Feng could only inch farther inward, dragging his feet. He stopped only when he was a little over ten centimeters from Tsunade, then squeezed his eyes shut and pretended to be asleep.
Tsunade nodded in satisfaction at the sight and blew out the light, plunging the room into darkness. In the moonlight spilling through the window, she could be seen lying down as well, seemingly ready to rest.
Tsunade did not feel awkward at all, because she simply regarded Ye Feng as Nawaki. She had shared a bed with Nawaki when he was seven or eight, let alone Ye Feng, who was an even younger child.
Ye Feng, on the other hand, was still terribly nervous. Any man would have a reaction to sleeping beside a beautiful woman with such a stunning figure, but this was Tsunade. Anyone who dared get handsy with her would inevitably be greeted by her Cherry Blossom Impact punch.
When Tsunade truly lost her temper, she would not spare even Jiraiya. Ye Feng vaguely remembered that Jiraiya had once apparently peeped on her and nearly been beaten to death.
As the room gradually grew quiet, Ye Feng's nerves eased somewhat. His mind, however, refused to settle, leaving him unable to sleep.
Then Tsunade's voice sounded again, making his newly relaxed body tense once more:
"You still haven't answered me. Just how much can you see with that ability?"
This was the question Ye Feng dreaded most, which was why he had deliberately skipped it earlier. Who would have thought Tsunade would ask again? Seeing no way to evade it,