6 hours later.
Qian Qi sat in front of the small wooden hut, her head full of "bumps." She took a deep breath of a nonexistent cigarette, exhaling a ghostly puff of smoke with a forlorn look.
By this time, her whole body was drenched in sweat. Large beads of sweat ran down from the corners of her forehead and into her undershirt, making her look like a weathered wheat farmhand.
Despite the rough appearance, it had nothing sexy about it. Instead, it exuded a certain deceptive fragility, especially with her slightly trembling hands adding a sense of the indescribable one could only feel.
"Your frame is too small." The system circled around twice, poking Qian Qi's thin arm with its lower right corner, "So you've clearly grown a lot of muscles from farming, but you still look like a skinny pup."
Qian Qi: ...
Thanks, I'm offended yet again.
