Lex could not help but groan as he looked at the ceiling, a food coma on the verge of descending. Since he had begun body cultivation, he rarely ever felt full, let alone on the verge of overeating. But at the moment, his condition was worse than if he had been attacked by a hundred enemies.
He felt a couple thousand pounds of weight inside his stomach, and it was difficult to even raise his head let alone move his body. His drool slid out of his open mouth and down his juice stained cheeks.
Had food always tasted that good? He could not remember, because even his brain was lagging under the weight of the amount he had eaten.
Cassandra appeared beside him, holding a familiar clipboard, and was making some notes.
