"Fake, it must be fake, impossible, I've trained for this, it's not supposed to be like this..."
Tao Yu had been sent back to the Inner City by Sun Shiqing, and by this time it was already evening. The flickering neon lights and the ghostly music on the streets hadn't managed to snap him back to reality.
All he did was to mutter to himself.
Since it was Sun Shiqing who had snuck him in, he ended up spending two days hiding out in her room.
No doubt, it was pleasurable.
But it was truly a blow to his pride.
After all, he could have insisted Cheng Lixue to adopt all kinds of poses, but he had been thoroughly defeated in front of the rich girl.
All that Qi-Blood might as well have been, all that Inner Strength was brimming—it seemed utterly useless.
The only change he felt was the sweetness that Sun Shiyu described.
And then the duration and frequency had doubled...
