Lydia really couldn’t go through it again.

Her waist injury couldn’t handle any more rough movements. The last time had already been her limit, and she wasn’t sure if it made her injury worse. If they went another round, she’d probably die in Reign’s bed.

But she didn’t dare refuse him.

All she could do was pitifully nuzzle her head against his chest and cautiously ask, “Prof. Hawke, do you still have the energy?”

Reign wasn’t really interested in ...