Qiao Xiaomai stared at Tong Sanlang's bright and dark eyes and couldn't help but raise her hand to poke his forehead, "You really aren't afraid of being frail."
"Can a frail person fight a whole night?" Tong Sanlang retorted.
And it wasn't that he took any medicines, just under normal circumstances, full of life and vigor all night long.
Which frail man could do that?
Hearing this, Qiao Xiaomai arched an eyebrow, "Why don't we rest for a couple of days then?"
****She really didn't want to say that word out loud.
"I'm in good spirits now!" Tong Sanlang hurriedly patted his chest.
Before, every time he woke up, he had no strength to even lift his arms, but after waking up these last two times, he was like nothing had happened, brimming with vitality, as though he had been taking tonics.
"I reckon that this Spiritual Spring water really has real benefits."