People often say that women are made of water.
Then, what are men made of?
After Su Shu woke up from her groggy sleep, she stared at the ceiling and pondered this question.
After zoning out for a while, Su Shu frowned and turned to her side, enduring the soreness throughout her body. Her cheek pressed against the pillow, her gaze landed on a bowl of porridge and a dish on the table, next to which lay a white note with Zelin's robust, elegant handwriting.
She wanted to see what he had left, but even lifting her arm caused her so much pain that she grimaced.
Damn Tang Zelin!
What was this, munching on meat and gnawing bones?
This was clearly about to tear her whole body apart!
Enduring the intense pain, she retracted the note.
"Girl, remember to eat when you wake up, or you won't have the strength to 'eat' me tonight. Be good."
What did he mean by not having the strength to 'eat' him at night?
