"I'm a cultivator. I compress the ambient spiritual energy of the universe into my muscle fibres. I can shatter a boulder with a soup ladle. Why has my evolution not bypassed this utterly barbaric, unnecessary mortal function? Where is my protagonist's golden finger that pauses menstruation?! I demand a refund on this transmigration!"
"I don't understand half the words you are saying, hero," Su Yin whispered, wrapping her arm securely around Ji'an's waist, hauling her toward the estate gates with surprising strength for a pampered runaway. "But you're sweating, and it looks like you're going to vomit anytime. Let's get you to bed first, Hero. If need be, I'm willing to sacrifice myself and offer up to reduce your pain!"
The journey from the front gates to Ji'an's private courtyard, which usually took five minutes, felt like an hour-long forced march through a blizzard.
Every step sent a jolt of ache radiating through her lower back and down her thighs.
