After a fierce battle, Tian Yue'e and Li Qing were both nearly exhausted.
The two of them lay intertwined on the bed, motionless for a long time.
It seemed as if the customers knew to come at just the right time, with someone arriving to buy something not long after the two had finished.
Li Qing heard footsteps and calling from outside, raised a finger to signal Tian Yue'e to be quiet, quickly dressed himself, grabbed a towel and, while wiping his face, went out.
"Auntie Wu, what do you need to buy?" Li Qing asked.
It was an elderly woman from the village.
"We've run out of salt at home. I'll take two bags. Qingzi, did you just wake up?" Auntie Wu asked.
Li Qing laughed it off, handing the salt to Auntie Wu, and chuckled, "Well, there's nothing else to do, so all I can do is sleep."
"It's already September, and it's still hot. Honestly, it's not comfortable to sleep."
