Chu Dazhuang really held nothing back until noon, from start to finish, he never took a break.
It wasn't until Xiao Xuan was lying in bed unable to move that Chu Dazhuang finally stopped.
Breathing heavily, he paused as he looked at the immobile Xiao Xuan, then put on his own clothes, and turned to check the clock on the wall.
"Damn, it's noon."
Chu Dazhuang complained. He would have to go to the clinic again in the afternoon. He hadn't seen Tang Yun, and had been forced to hand over grain.
But it was still early for lunch, so after some thought, Chu Dazhuang decided to take a stroll on the street.
After all, if Tang Yun and his son were training, he would likely bump into them on the road.
With that thought, Chu Dazhuang took another look at Xiao Xuan, who had passed out, and after some consideration, he moved her along with her clothes to their room.
