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"Hiss!"
Qiu Tu sharply inhaled, then became fully alert amidst the sour pain, checking his arm before belatedly recalling the glorious achievements from yesterday's grueling day and night.
Thinking of his hardworking self from the day before, heads down and toiling away, and of Tang Feifei, equally close to breaking down from the grind, he silently lit a candle for his back...
Fearing that his back might never function again.
With that thought, he slightly moved his thigh, and the sour pain shot straight to his crown.
'Forget it, might as well light another one for Yue Kua, probably finished as well...'
Quietly lamenting over the intensity of yesterday's battle, Qiu Tu reflexively reached to his side, only to find that the place next to him was already empty, leaving only the faint scent of jasmine flowers...
Although he well knew that their relationship was nothing more than a transaction, in that moment, Qiu Tu still felt somewhat disappointed.
