Fu Teng pretended to weave a flower crown with a few vines, but in fact, his gaze occasionally fell on Shen Tang. Seeing her lying on the chair, gradually falling asleep, he stopped his actions.
He walked to the side of the recliner, casting a shadow overhead, and after focusing for a few seconds, his slender, fair fingers slowly transformed into vibrant green vines, drooping to the ground like green bamboo shoots.
Shen Tang's heart skipped a beat, thinking this guy might be up to no good and was planning a sneak attack—
Unexpectedly, he pulled off the vines that his fingers had turned into and swiftly wove them into a hammock to hang on a tree. Turning his head, he said to her, "Xiao Gua, this chair isn't comfortable to sleep on; come here to rest!"
"..." This guy is pretty sharp.
Shen Tang could no longer pretend to sleep. She opened her eyes, got up, walked to the hammock, and tugged on the vine ropes, finding them quite sturdy.
