Song Ya fanned until her palms started to ache.
It was like a halftime break, then continuing.
In the end, they genuinely hurt.
Every day Song Ya carried rice, every day she chopped zombies; her palms were thick with calluses, yet even she had fanned until her palms ached, you can imagine how long and how hard she hit.
After she finished fanning, she tossed Huang Yu directly onto the ground.
This pig head didn't deserve to sleep on her bed.
The bed, after all, was something she had found with great difficulty.
The bedsheets on it were also something she searched for a long time.
Her palms blistering, she didn't want Huang Yu to benefit from it for nothing.
But she didn't want the bed anymore either, found it dirty.
Thinking about what Huang Jing and Huang Yu had done on it, Song Ya felt so disgusted she wanted to vomit.
In the spirit of not wanting it herself but also not letting Huang Yu off easy, Song Ya found a handy knife and started chopping up the bed.
