Silently reminiscing about the intensity of yesterday's battle, Qiu Tu reflexively reached out beside him, only to realize that he was already alone, with just a faint scent of jasmine lingering on the bed...
Although he had always known it was just a transaction between them, at that moment, Qiu Tu still felt a bit disappointed.
'Even if there was no achievement, there was still hard work, right?'
'This is turning one's back without recognition!'
Just as he was thinking this, suddenly, the bedroom door opened. Tang Feifei walked in, barefoot and bare-legged, carrying a bowl of medicine.
Her legs were long, her curvaceous figure seemingly filled with endless explosive power and resilience.
With each step, she exuded an indescribable rhythm, like a leopard stealthily moving through the jungle, every stride full of power and rhythm.
Coming to Qiu Tu's side, she bent down to put the medicine down, then said coolly, "Drink up. You worked hard last night."
