"Hiss!"
Qiu Tu took a sharp breath, then woke up amid the soreness, checking his arm and only then remembering yesterday's glorious achievements from the entire day and night.
Thinking about how hard he worked yesterday to the point of exhaustion, and about Tang Feifei, who was similarly worn out, he silently lit a candle for his own waist....
Feeling that this waist might be useless afterwards.
With this thought, he slightly moved his thigh again, the soreness shooting straight up to his head.
'Forget it, let's light one for Yue Kua too, probably wasted....'
Reflecting on the intensity of yesterday's battle, Qiu Tu reflexively reached beside him, only to find that the bed was already empty, leaving only a faint scent of jasmine....
Although he knew from the beginning that it was just a transaction between the two, Qiu Tu still felt a bit disappointed at that moment.
'Even if there's no merit, there was hard work, right?'
'This is really turning a blind eye!'
