Chu Yi was truly in a pickle.
It was like a mute person having to swallow the bitterness of coptis root—suffering in silence.
A few minutes later, Chu Yi was tied up, bruised and swollen, under a Spirit Fruit tree.
And just when he thought the situation couldn't get any worse, Little Fatty, that guy, just had to come by without any good reason.
From a distance, he saw a man tied up with elaborate knots to a spirit tree.
Upon taking a few steps closer and realizing the grass thief he was about to help was actually Chu Yi, he nearly laughed his eyes out of their sockets.
The always defiant and unruly Chu Yi was now tamed and neatly managed by a woman; for this man—Chu Yi no less—to be in such a state was a complete shock to Little Fatty's worldview.
He strode over quickly.
"Chu Yi? Ahahaha, that night when we split up, I didn't expect you to sneak off for your own pleasures."
