This do-or-die war, with their dignity on the line, had been raging at a fever pitch.
To keep Chen Xin from hearing anything unusual next door, a towel had been stuffed into Li Jinshu's mouth, silencing her completely.
She could only clutch the bedsheets tightly with one hand, her cries muffled.
The next morning, the battle finally subsided.
The stains on the bed were a gruesome sight, a messy mix of sweat and other fluids.
In the end, Li Jinshu had surrendered.
Xu Yun felt that compared to Su Mu, Li Jinshu's stamina was just as good, if not slightly better.
Her only failing was her lack of technique; she relied solely on brute force.
"You're a total pervert!" Li Jinshu grumbled, lying flat on her back.
She felt like she'd been worked to death, and now her back and legs were aching terribly.
The swollen, red marks on her body hadn't hurt at the time, but now they were tender to the touch. 'I should have taken it easier,' she thought.
