Roxxane's POV
Pushing the bucket of water with a mop in it, my face is drenched in sweat. I stand erect, trying to get a little rest while I arch my arms above my waist, staring at the hallway right before me.
I don't think this hallway has ever looked bigger than it looks right now. It must be because I'm actually cleaning it. The painful part is that these boys won't care that I just cleaned a few minutes ago. They'll comfortably mess everything up if they need to.
My arms feel like falling off. This is nothing compared to training. I can train all day, but this... doing chores like this is terrible.
Canan walks out toward me, rushing into the hallway with a bottle of water in his hand.
I'd complained of dehydration a few minutes ago, and he hurriedly rushed out to get me water. I g
