At half past six in the morning, the biological clock pulled Ye Feng out of bed on time.
He rubbed his sleepy eyes and sat up. The sunlight cast a thin strip of light on the floor through the gap in the curtains. The dust floating in the air slowly rotated in the beam of light.
"It's another day when I don't want to go to work..." Ye Feng stretched, and there was a pleasant crackling sound in his bones. He stared at the ceiling in a daze for a while, thinking about whether he should find a reason to take a leave.
