Joyful events bring high spirits.
Early the next morning.
In the bedroom, Su Lin sat up with a refreshed spirit, lifting the covers.
He turned his head to look beside him, where Su Tongxi's little face still bore traces of tears, and he couldn't help but flash a smug smile.
Beneath the covers, those straight and slender legs like those from a comic were gently encircled at the thighs by pure white stockings, outlining a subtle, enticing plumpness.
The stockings bore scattered marks of damage, silently conveying the ferocity of last night's "battle."
"This Tendon Lock..." Su Lin smacked his lips, feeling the surging force within him, "Truly powerful."
His waist strength had increased significantly!
He got out of bed comfortably, casually donned boxer shorts, and walked to the bathroom bare-chested and barefoot.
As he passed the window, he uttered a "Huh," his gaze falling on the streaming light through the curtain gap.
"Why is it so dark?" Su Lin slightly frowned.
