Early the next morning, Lu Yuan emerged, leaning against the doorframe.
Lu Yuan clutched his lower back, which felt like it was about to snap, and walked with heavy, deliberate steps.
He let out a long, drawn-out sigh.
Lu Yuan muttered nonstop, "Ouch, ouch, my poor back! Oh my god, this is just too much!
"I don't mind going for a long time, or many rounds, but if I hadn't used my Holy Body, I never would have been able to hold her up for that long!"
Getting her 'little boy' to go potty was Zhao Qiao'Er's favorite thing to do!
Perfectly content, Zhao Qiao'Er had a smile she couldn't wipe off her face. She straightened her clothes and went out to help her "big nephew."
Supporting him, Aunt Zhao said with a laugh, "My sweet darling, starting today, I'm going on a diet! I really wore you out, didn't I?"
Zhao Qiao'Er felt a pang of pity for her nephew; she had been too impulsive last night.
