Early the next morning.
Luo Xiu, having been tossed around on the small boat all night, returned to shore feeling dizzy and unsteady.
"Damn... I'm never getting on a boat again."
Beside him, Wei Qingkuang rubbed her forehead, her body swaying, "It's all my fault for being so dumb and believing your nonsense."
Luo Xiu gave her an eye roll, "I believed you too! Who was the one who wouldn't let go of me before?"
Wei Qingkuang kicked him in the butt, "Stop talking nonsense and go home to make breakfast!"
"Sigh, I have such a hard life!"
"..."
...
Shura City.
In Luo's Courtyard.
Luo Xiu felt utterly dejected. Having been worn out by Wei Qingkuang all night, he had just returned home and now had to head into the kitchen to make breakfast, dealing with pots and pans.
He thought this life was really unbearable.
