Even If I Practice Less, I'm Still Better Than Them

Kevin poured out the rest of the brown sugar tea, and cleaned up before going back to his bedroom. However, deep down in his heart, he was still worried about Tianna. Even if he could no longer go to her room, he still kept checking on Tianna on Facebook. Although the cramps were very bad, it was not her first time after all. She just needed to endure it. But she really couldn't deal with Kevin's detailed way of asking questions. "Do you feel better now?" "Are you losing a lot of blood?" "Does it still hurt? Shall we go to the hospital?" "Are you dizzy from the pain? Why aren't you replying to me?" Tianna looked at the constant questions on her Facebook. They were getting more and more blatantly shameful. She simply wanted to shut Kevin's mouth and tie up his hands to stop his messages! "I'm fine. No, it doesn't hurt. I don't feel like replying. Please shut up!" Tianna replied half-heartedly and threw her phone aside. No matter how much it continued to ring and vibrate, she didn't want