I dragged myself and continued mopping the floor, trying to ignore the strange looks around me.
My limbs were like heavy stones, and it took a lot of effort to lift them. I gritted my teeth and managed to finish mopping the last floor.
I felt my body was falling apart, so I lay on the ground casually.
I didn't want to move.
Suddenly, someone stepped on my hand. I wanted to withdraw it, but he didn't retract his foot.
It was Wallace.
He looked at me viciously.
"Do you have any shame? Lying on the floor like this is worse than a beggar on the street."
I chuckled, "Yeah."
He suddenly grabbed me.
His force was so strong that I could hardly breathe. I struggled, but he refused to let go of me.
"No matter how I torture you, you always stick with me and obey me. Why are you so humble? Are you addicted to being a bootlicker? The more you act like this, the more disgusted I feel."
He finally let go of me and walked away quickly. He was too impatient to even look at me.
I pressed my hand on my chest and gasped for a while before I calmed down.
On the way home, I bought myself a cake.
When I entered the house, Wallace saw the cake in my hand.
He said with sarcasm, "You don't deserve a birthday cake."