Oil Massage

"Replace them. Replace every last one. Uncle, I'm telling you—if I find out you accepted gifts from those people and kept them in the factory, I'll remove you immediately. Have Xu Yao's people handle the hiring. Get all of this settled before the middle of the month, and don't miss a single patent application."

In the business car leaving the airport, Qin Ze lectured his uncle Xu Guang over the phone.

"Actually, with your uncle watching things over there, we can worry less... Oh, I don't mean that flaky, unreliable uncle of yours," Su Yu said.

She curled up in his arms like a little bird, faint bags beneath her eyes.

As usual, they had gone three thousand rounds the night before. Su Yu had been utterly defeated, left shedding armor and helmet, but the battlefield was only so big—she did not even have the qualifications to flee after being fertilized.

When she woke up this morning, she felt completely drained, and her waist was especially sore. Su Yu was gradually finding herself unable to keep up with him.

Luckily, she had not thrown away that box of Six Flavor Rehmannia Pills. She had bought them for Qin Ze, but it looked like she would have to take them herself.

Physiologically speaking, everyone had two kidneys. There was no reason the protruding side should suffer while the concave side got off scot-free.

From an agricultural perspective, while there were certainly oxen worked to death, there were also fields plowed into ruin. Excessive cultivation degraded the soil, and farmers understood that best.

"Your waist hurts? Let me rub it for you." Qin Ze pulled Su Yu upright, placed her on his lap, and gently kneaded the pressure points on either side of her waist.

"Mmm... mm-hmm... That hurts... Lighter, a little