Finally, Ma Long sighed softly, the last of his reluctance melting away.
He turned and left, heading straight for the dining hall.
Right now, the spirit was willing, but the flesh was weak.
「Half an hour later.」
Jiang Xinghai appeared in the dining hall.
"Brother Hai, I'm completely in awe," Ma Long said, genuinely impressed as he watched Jiang Xinghai approach with a radiant complexion.
"In awe of what?"
Jiang Xinghai ate his breakfast. "Oh, is it about the bed warmers I sent you two last night? You're here to thank me, right?"
"Brother Hai, it's more than gratitude. I'm just genuinely in awe. A true man," Ma Long said without elaborating, a look of pure envy on his face.
Jiang Xinghai naturally caught his drift and glanced up at Ma Long's complexion. "Ma, we're the same age. Don't tell me you're already washed up?"
"Sigh!" Ma Long heaved a sigh.
Jiang Xinghai reached out and placed a hand on Ma Long's wrist. "Your pulse is faint and erratic. You're definitely deficient."
