The following day, Zhou Chao and his wife woke up early, although it wasn't exceptionally early; it was already half past nine.
Yesterday, they were both engrossed in their own activities. By evening, Zhou Chao felt he could put up a fight. They battled until nearly midnight, with Zhou Chao eventually conceding defeat.
Thinking about the triumphant laughter from Jiang Li last night, he felt a pang of humiliation. It had only been less than half a month since the roles had reversed so swiftly, and it brought tears to his eyes just thinking about it.
"Brother Chao, what are you pondering so deeply?"
"Oh, nothing!"
Zhou Chao discreetly reached for his waist, massaging it as it still ached slightly.
Jiang Li caught sight of Zhou Chao's subtle movement and couldn't help but cover her mouth as she giggled.
"You're laughing at me? Don't forget who was that person who kept calling me 'Brother, I want more! Otherwise, why would I...'."
