People are like cars, they need regular maintenance to last longer.
Xu Qing lay in bed, feeling his hair, which thankfully was still thick.
In his youth, he always felt he had plenty of horsepower, could rev the engine all night, just add some fuel after shutting it off, and he'd be bouncing around again.
As time went on, even if the performance didn't decrease... the driver became more violent and sometimes couldn't keep up.
Of course, those who practice martial arts, strengthening their bodies, people like Wang Zijun just can't compare.
When you're young, you all like to say some rather childish things, like "I'm going to do this and that to you," "I'm going to make you die," and "all night long".
By the time you're in your thirties, you gradually become more subdued: today... ahem, I'm quite tired. I owe you one. Don't touch, too tired.
