For Yang Zhilu, this was undoubtedly the longest night of her life. All night long, Luo Xiu and Luo Ying hardly stopped. Whatever they had consumed, it simply couldn't be quelled; on the contrary, they seemed to grow more vigorous as they went on.
It was only in the morning that Luo Xiu departed, feeling refreshed and clear-headed.
Some time after Luo Xiu had left, Yang Zhilu tiptoed out of the closet. By then, Luo Ying seemed to have fallen into a coma, lying on the bed like a heap of mud. Her long hair was messily splayed out, with only a thin blanket covering her body.
Yang Zhilu glanced at the bedsheet, which looked as though it had been drenched with water, then shot Luo Ying a look of pure schadenfreude.
"Heh, you're so swollen. I really don't know how you took it."
