He silently reflected on the intensity of yesterday's battle and, out of conditioned reflex, Qiu Tu reached beside him. Then he realized that there was no one next to him, just a faint scent of jasmine lingered...
Even though knowing all along that their relationship was merely a transaction, Qiu Tu still felt somewhat disappointed at that moment.
'Isn't there some recognition for hard work, even if not for merit?'
'This is too much like turning one's back after the deed is done!'
Just as he was thinking this, suddenly, the bedroom door opened. Tang Feifei, bare feet, bare legs, and bare-bodied, came over with a bowl of medicine in hand.
Her legs were slender, and her body's curvaceous structure looked as if brimming with an endless burst of power and resilience.
In her movements, she carried an indescribable rhythm, like a leopard silently racing through the jungle, each step full of strength and rhythm.
