"Do you know why you're so weak? Because your hatred isn't deep enough."
A sharp burst of light shredded Qin Yueshi's outer garment. Le Yu grabbed her throat, pinned her against the wall, causing a resounding thud. She let out a muffled groan, and the Desolate Bite's light burst that almost could have hit Le Yu's face vanished just before his nose.
Before Third Sister could regain her breath, Le Yu slammed an elbow into her abdomen, causing her to nearly regurgitate the pickled breakfast she had just eaten. Le Yu turned his head slightly, narrowly dodging her Death Speech spray.
"That's enough; these are just injuries you can heal on your own, no need to waste money on a medical officer." Le Yu turned around and clapped his hands, leaving Third Sister lying on the wooden floor like a pile of mud, while he picked up the towel from the rack beside him to wipe his sweat.
Getting a bit of sweat early in the morning is refreshing... especially when the sweat isn't on the bed.
