"Fine, let's light another stick for Yue Kua; he's probably a goner..."
Musing silently about the intensity of yesterday's battle, Qiu Tu reflexively reached for the spot beside him, only then realizing that it had long been empty, leaving behind just a faint scent of jasmine...
Although he knew well that their relationship was nothing more than a transaction, at that moment, Qiu Tu still felt a tinge of disappointment.
"Shouldn't I get some credit even if there's no glory to show for it?"
"This is really ditching without acknowledgment!"
Right as he was thinking this, suddenly, the bedroom door opened. Tang Feifei approached barefooted and scantily clad, carrying a bowl of medicine.
Her legs were long, and her curvaceous body seemed to hold endless explosive power and resilience.
Her walk carried an indescribable rhythm, like a leopard moving stealthily and swiftly through the jungle, each step filled with strength and rhythm.
