Thinking back to yesterday's toil, only knowing to work tirelessly, thinking of the similarly exhausted Tang Feifei, he silently lit a candle for his waist...
Thinking, this waist should probably be unusable in the future.
With this thought, he slightly moved his thigh again, the sour pain shooting straight to the top of his head.
'Forget it, let's light one for Yue Kuaye too, probably wasted too…'
Reflecting on the intensity of yesterday's battle, Qiu Tu reflexively reached out, then realized his side was already empty, leaving behind only a faint jasmine scent on the bed...
Although he knew from the start that the two were just a transaction, at that moment, Qiu Tu still felt a bit disappointed.
'Even without merit, there's still the hard work, right?'
'That was too quick to turn on someone!'
Just as he was thinking this, suddenly, the bedroom door opened. Tang Feifei walked in with bare feet, bare legs, bare body holding a bowl of medicine.
