"Brother, is cultivation tiring?"
"It's not tiring."
"Then why don't you play with me when you come back? You lie in bed and start panting like a fish that's just been pulled out of the water."
In the side room of the small courtyard, the boy lying on the wooden plank bed could only let out a bitter smile at these words.
At the boy's side, the exquisite little girl stood with hands on her hips, questioning him, her lips even pouting a little.
She had two small braids and wore a light gray short shirt and skirt, her feet clad in a pair of leather boots, with a somewhat dissatisfied expression on her rosy little face.
"Actually, it's quite tiring."
Wu Wang turned over and sat up. He had used his last bit of strength to take a bath and could now hardly move.
"Well, then," Jin Wei said, a little disappointed. She sat down next to Wu Wang and whispered, "You haven't been playing with me lately. I thought you didn't like me anymore, brother."
