"If you would shut your mouth, I'd feel a little better."
Shami still couldn't withstand the endless chatter of the tablet spirit, so he couldn't help but retort.
With Lureya's support, he came under the tree, and his stomach started growling loudly.
This physical training was exhausting, and he felt an unprecedented hunger.
"Hey, are you sure you're okay?"
Lureya looked at him worriedly.
"Just did two sets of 100 push-ups, 100 sit-ups, 100 squats, and a 10-kilometer run, that's all."
"To describe self-reward in such detail, indeed, it's an unforgettable memory of being completely spent."
You're lamenting over nonsense!
Shami's mouth twitched speechlessly.
He wasn't making metaphors at all!
Lureya, seeing Shami leaning against the tree, an inexplicable scent all over him, with eyes barely open, grew frightened.
"Hey, are you dying? What will happen to my necklace if you die…"
