Chapter 170 Marks

• The pain in my body wakes me up when I try to change my position to sleep. Quickly, I wake up, confirming that the pain is real. Fatigue overwhelms me, and when I try to move my arms, they also hurt.
• "How could they not hurt, if you've been hanging on his neck, no matter what attack he makes on you?" my mind asks, and I blush as I remember last night.
• Carefully, I look at the clock on the wall and notice that it's eight in the morning. So, I have only been able to sleep for two hours. The vague memory of my work makes me try to get up in one movement, but my hip cracks as I stifle a groan of pain from how injured I am.