Thinking about how yesterday I worked tirelessly without raising my head, and thinking about Tang Feifei, who was equally exhausted, he silently lit a candle for his waist...
He thought that his waist would probably be useless in the future.
With that thought, he moved his thigh slightly, and a sharp pain shot straight to his head.
'Forget it, I should light one for Yue Kuaye too, he might be finished as well....'
Silently reflecting on the intensity of yesterday's battle, Qiu Tu reflexively reached out next to him and then realized that there was no one left beside him, only a faint scent of jasmine remained on the bed....
Even though he knew the two of them were only a transaction, at that moment, Qiu Tu still felt a bit disappointed.
'Even if there's no merit, there's also hard work, right?'
'This is too heartless!'
As he was thinking about this, suddenly, the bedroom door opened. Tang Feifei came in barefoot, bare-legged, and bare-bodied, holding a bowl of medicine.
