Zhou... Yi?
Upon hearing this name, both Zhou Li and Tang Wan instinctively felt a chill deep in their souls. It was like you had spent a joyous Sunday playing and eating to your heart's content, cuddling into bed with beautiful dreams about the outside world, drifting through Heaven and Earth in your sleep.
Then, an annoying alarm clock woke you up at 6:30 in the morning, gently reminding you, kid, it's Monday, time to go to work.
At that moment, you felt desperate, like the dread of a roller coaster plunging from its highest peak, like the loathing for the upcoming five days of work. But you were powerless.
After shivering away the cold dread, Zhou Li pinched Qianhu's neck to confirm he had fallen back into a deep coma, then spoke to Zhou Yi, "Zhou Yi, what's your current state?"
"Me?"
