He reflexively wanted to rub his eyes, only to lift his hand and feel a wave of soreness in his arm and lower back!
"Ouch!"
Qiu Tu gasped in cold air, then became fully awake amidst the soreness and checked his arm, only then belatedly remembering the glorious achievements of yesterday throughout the day and night.
Thinking of himself, who had worked so hard yesterday that he could only focus on the task at hand, and of Tang Feifei, who was equally worn out, he silently lit a candle for his waist...
He felt that his waist would probably be useless from now on.
Thinking this way, he slightly shifted his thigh, and the soreness shot straight to the crown of his head.
'Forget it, let's light a candle for Yue Kua as well, it's probably done for...'
Silently lamenting the intensity of yesterday's battle, Qiu Tu reflexively reached beside him, only then realizing that his side was already empty, leaving behind only a faint scent of jasmine...
