Thinking about how he labored so intensively yesterday, only knowing to bury his head in hard work, and thinking about Tang Feifei, who was similarly on the verge of being worn out, he silently lit a candle for his own waist....
He felt that his waist might be useless in the future.
With that thought, he shifted his thigh slightly, the soreness shooting straight to his crown.
'Forget it, I'll light another one for Yue Kua, it's probably done for too....'
Silently lamenting the intensity of yesterday's battle, Qiu Tu reflexively reached beside him, only to find that his side was already empty, leaving behind just a faint scent of jasmine....
Even though he knew from the start that the two of them were just a transaction, at that moment, Qiu Tu still felt a bit disappointed.
'Even if there is no merit, there is still hard work, right?'
'It's too much to not recognize people after it's done!'
