Volume 2, Chapter 63: Offering Fawning Courtesy When There's Nothing Going On

I was so tired that night, having scratched my hand while tending to the garden, and my back hurt so much I felt like I wasn't just pulling weeds, but as if I had planted two or three acres of rice paddies.

But physical pain couldn't resist the oppression of exhaustion, so I ignored it, slumped on the sofa and played dead. I thought to myself, wouldn't it be nice to actually die? Lin Zefeng exhausted me to the point of feeling life wasn't worth living—a feat unto itself. If I hadn't stubbornly held on to this breath of life, I would've run to Lin Zexiu for help long ago.

Compared to a romantic dinner with a handsome man and hard labor, even a dog would know which to choose.