A night passed.
This was Chen Ke's first night in this world that he spent in such calmness.
The basement's ventilation fan whirred, sucking away the indoor air, and the thermostat controlled the temperature at a comfortable 24 degrees. He lay in bed, gazing at the ceiling, and imagined the scene of the fishery above getting busy.
Lucina's arm was wrapped around Chen Ke's neck, and she was still deep in sleep, making gentle snoring sounds like a female tiger that hadn't yet woken up, burying her head into Chen Ke's armpit.
Chen Ke carefully moved Lucina's arm off his neck and tucked it under the blanket before reaching for the mobile phone on the bedside. It was already 9 a.m.
He had no need for sleep, and had kept his eyes open all night, pondering on issues about Norton City and Wang Ailin.
