Early in the morning, Shu He felt an itch on her face. A hot breath brushed against her, igniting a flicker of rage within her.
"Baili Moqing, have you had enough? Are you a demon? Can’t you rest for a moment?"
She had long since lost count of how many times she’d been put through this; she only knew that by the end, she was utterly spent, unable to move a muscle, like a heap of damp clay. She used to wonder why some women complained of soreness and exhaustion, thinking it was just a few simple movements. Now, she understood: even if the man did the heavy lifting, the woman’s share of the exertion was by no means small! She had never felt this exhausted even after killing someone.
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