Transporting Goods from the Space

Su Xiaoxiao was so scared that her legs trembled. Immediately, she pouted and said angrily, "You better take it easy! With you stirring things up three times a day like this, I don't think I'll ever get out of bed."

Did Jiang Yexun not have confidence in his own abilities, or did he have too much confidence in her ability to endure?

If he really followed this plan, within a month, she'd end up like one of those dying people drained of their vitality by a fairy, hanging on by a single breath.

"You said before that you're really powerful, didn't you?" Jiang Yexun grabbed Su Xiaoxiao's hand and rubbed it on his abs.

Although his touch was pleasant, the slight heat it gave off made Su Xiaoxiao struggle to pull her hand away.

What a joke. She had finally gotten a week of rest time with the doctor's advice, and now, if Jiang Yexun got worked up again, she feared she'd never get any more rest.