Aske struggled to get out of bed only by noon.
As the saying goes, even an iron plow ox can't withstand plowing the fields every day.
Not to mention that the fertile land never gets tired, and even with my body strengthened by Extraordinary Power, after time was subsequently substantially extended, each conclusion left me feeling hollowed out.
Although this may sound a bit pathetic, maybe I should still go seek Nora for some recuperation…
After washing up and coming back from the bathroom, Aske saw that Eleanor was already out of bed, she was barefoot on the carpet, trying on a casual everyday outfit in front of a mirror her own height, her originally tied-up blonde ponytail had come loose, now messily draped over her shoulders.
Aske hugged her from behind and began to massage.
"Stop it," Eleanor said with a mild rebuke, slapping his hand.
"I'll talk to Mike about it today," Aske nibbled at her ear.
