An hour quickly passed by again.
Zeng Rou could hardly move a finger, her mind woozy, as if she were asleep yet not. She felt like she was drifting on clouds.
On the contrary, Qin Hai struggled mightily to get out of bed, plopping down on the nearby chair, panting heavily as if he had just completed a marathon, his forehead glistening with sweat.
After resting for a while, Qin Hai got up and left Zeng Rou's room.
Upon hearing the door shut, Zeng Rou, who lay motionless on the bed, opened her eyes.
Her eyes showed a momentary loss of focus, as if she had forgotten where she was or who she was, her gaze particularly empty.
After a while, her eyes slowly regained their brightness, and she remembered what had just happened.
"This bastard's massage skills are actually quite good. Who would've thought it'd be this comfortable?"
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