Though Tan Feiyu is one year younger than Tan Shuangshuang, and his cultivation level cannot compare to Tan Shuangshuang, he is naturally strong. Moreover, since Tan Shuangshuang was not using energy to resist, she was easily pulled out of bed by Tan Feiyu and made to stand on the ground.
Standing barefoot on the stone floor, Tan Shuangshuang didn't mind the slight chill; she just felt a bit of a headache. She couldn't tell if she was lucky or unlucky, having just been reborn and already encountering Tan Feiyu, a boy as fickle as the weather.
With a helpless sigh, Tan Shuangshuang tugged her hand away from Tan Feiyu, bent over to put on her socks and shoes, and asked him casually, "What were you shouting about when you came in? I didn't quite catch it."
