The Woman From Hell

"Thank you." I looked up at him.

He was dressed in a white shirt and jeans. It was casual attire, yet under the blue sky, he looked like those handsome boys from back in those school days. It really got people's hearts racing. There was a faint smile on his slender face, but his eyes that were looking at me were a little distant. After moving out of his arms, I was a little afraid to look at him.

The bright sun was still illuminating the road ahead. Marius acted as though he was on steroids. He did not feel tired, but I was already out of breath.

I really could not walk anymore, so I stopped. Seeing how there was still almost half the distance ahead of me, I waved my hand and said while shaking my head. "I'm done. I can't go any farther." After that, I found a stone and sat down on it. I wiped the sweat from my forehead with my bare hands.

"Marius, let's take a break." Seeing me like this, Drover called out to Marius, who was already several steps ahead. He then took out a tissue from his backpack and handed it to me. "Use it."

"Thanks."

Marius came back down and looked at me with a look that said, 'you're a weak chicken.' He then complained helplessly, "Sis Wan, your stamina sucks. Do you not exercise?"

I replied to him as I wiped away my sweat, "I've been busy with work. I haven't had time to exercise."

He narrowed his eyes, and he spoke in the tone of someone who had been through it, "Come on, you. These are all excuses. You only need to spare an hour every day to exercise."

at him and could see the sweat on his face. He was still in high spirits, looking as if he could reach

was good to

side. Drover was sitting beside me as if nothing was wrong. He had not even broken

Drover is cold-blooded. He won't sweat much no matter how high

as if to prove

attitude made me feel a little uncomfortable. We had obviously been

my curiosity. Drover got up again after a long time. "Let's go. We

slowly got

more after resting

།

more tired, but seeing Marius'. enthusiasm, I did not want

beside me. "Have you

a question, but there was no doubt in Drover's

"I've climbed mountains just once or twice, but they were all relatively

before gasping for breath. It felt like I would have to spend extra energy uttering