Early in the morning, Huang Ping woke up and started to daydream.
Counting on his fingers, he realized he still had twenty-four days of vacation left unspent, which reminded him of his days in military training.
Now, he finally understood how players felt while eagerly waiting for a game to be released—the agony of being kept in suspense was truly unbearable.
"Sigh, I really want to go to work," Huang Ping sighed.
When his girlfriend heard this, she was caught off guard and smeared her lipstick.
Wiping the mark from the corner of her mouth, she glanced at Huang Ping and felt that her boyfriend might be a bit too melodramatic.
But this was better than the zombie-like existence he led working at Tianyi every day.
After giving Huang Ping a kiss on the cheek, she got ready to leave and said, "Don't think too much, get some more sleep."
"Mm."
"Cook your own meals. If you're not busy, try out those games you bought but never had time to play before, don't worry about me."
"Mm."
