This is a dog-eat-dog era.
The weak may not even know how they were devoured, perhaps just asleep for a moment, only to be mercilessly exploited by the strong to drain their remaining value.
Aoyama Xiu Xin woke up with this sentiment.
"Are you awake?" Ueda Hanon, who was deep in her work, seemed to sense something and slightly lifted her head to look at him, showing a tender smile and speaking in an unclear voice.
She didn't adhere to the rule of silence during meals.
Aoyama Xiu Xin propped himself up with his hands on the bedsheet, leaned back against the headboard, and slowly swept his gaze over Ueda Hanon's fair and rosy cheeks, her black lustrous hair, the smooth white curve of her back, and the full round moon-like form, saying, "Young people these days have no respect for martial virtue; it's all stealth sucking!"
