In the morning, the sun was shining brightly. When Zhou Ze opened his eyes, he found himself lying on the sofa in the bookstore,
in front of him,
coffee and newspapers.
Zhou Ze smiled and reached out to rub his temples. The position of his head was still in pain, as if he had not completely recovered from the dizziness.
Moreover, this scene was too familiar. The Idiot had purposely created a similar atmosphere for himself in order to please him.
However, this time was different. The difference was that the newspaper was not ironed and pasted, but wet. The top of the study room was still dripping with rain.
Bai Yingying was slacking off,
the old Daoist was also slacking off.
Although it was sunny outside and there was no rain, the inside of the study room was like a water curtain cave. There was also a shallow pool of water on the ground. There seemed to be many dead fish and rotten prawns in the water.
