Xu Yiyang's body was not unusual until noon when they woke up. On the contrary, Xu Yiyang's body felt relaxed. But Jiang Xiaoyu was miserable. His legs were sour and astringent. He felt uncomfortable when he moved, and his waist ached as if he had been broken. It was just like the feeling after an accident at Liangyang Villa.

"Pain and pain... My waist... My legs..." Jiang Xiaoyu was lying in bed humming, feeling a kind of indescribable satisfaction.

The curtains weren't opened, and the sun was very good outside in time, but the room was still very dark.

Xu Yiyang has a gentle face and looks at Jiang Xiaoyu...