If she had known, she would not have said anything to support him.
She was too naive. She did not expect it to be so tiring.
It was as if her two arms were broken. She was in agony.
It was sore from her upper arm to her forearm; her muscles were completely numb.
Her wrist could not rotate due to the pain.
It was all because she could not endure for such a long time with only one hand; it had not even been half of the time, but her arm was already useless.
So Han Zhuoling used her other hand.
Shi Xiaoya said miserably, "It's too tiring. My arm is sore. Do it yourself."
But this was the first time Han Zhuoling had felt Shi Xiaoya's hand, and it felt so different.
"My hands are rough, it doesn't feel as nice as yours," said Han Zhuoling.
When he was speaking, he used a quiet voice.
After speaking, he let out a sigh of satisfaction.
It seemed like it was really comfortable.
