Thinking of how he worked tirelessly yesterday, only knowing to bury his head in hard work, thinking of Tang Feifei, who was also almost toyed to pieces, he silently lit a candle for his own waist....
He felt that his waist might be useless from now on.
With this in mind, he moved his thigh slightly, a sore pain shooting straight to his skull.
'Forget it, better light one for Yue Kua too, probably done for....'
Reflecting silently on the intensity of yesterday's battle, Qiu Tu reflexively reached out beside him, only then realizing there was no one beside him long ago, leaving only a faint jasmine fragrance on the bed....
Even though he knew from the start it was just a transaction between the two of them, Qiu Tu couldn't help but feel a bit disappointed at that moment.
'Even if there's no merit, there's hard work, right?'
'This is just too ungrateful!'
