Quietly reflecting on the intensity of yesterday's battle, Qiu Tu instinctively reached to his side, only to realize no one was there—just a faint scent of jasmine lingering on the bedding....
Even though he'd always known the two of them were just a transaction, at that moment, Qiu Tu still felt a bit disappointed.
'Even if I didn't earn merit, at least I put in the work, right?'
'This is way too cold—just cutting ties like that!'
As he was lost in thought, the bedroom door suddenly opened. Tang Feifei walked in, barefoot, bare-legged, bare-bodied, carrying a bowl of medicine.
Her long legs and graceful curves seemed to hold limitless explosive strength and resilience.
Her movements carried an indescribable rhythm, like a leopard quietly darting through the jungle; every step brimming with power and cadence.
She bent down next to Qiu Tu, set the medicine down, and said coolly, "Drink it. Thanks for last night."
