Luo Di is not a nocturnal animal at heart, having adhered to an early-to-bed, early-to-rise principle all his life, with practically no experience of staying up late.
This was his first foray outdoors in the early hours, a confluence of accumulated weariness, extreme excitement from combat, and a disrupted biological clock.
He was in deep sleep.
And it was the kind of dreamless sleep he hadn't had in a long time, a completely unguarded, burden-free rest.
He didn't know how long he had slept.
The ample sleep stimulated his brain into lucidity, prompting his fingers to rub his eyes and clear the blur from his vision.
He was no longer in the massage parlour permeated with pink light.
He was lying on a two-meter-wide king-sized bed, where a light purple duvet emitted a familiar fragrance, a body scent Luo Di had smelled before.
A cloud-shaped ceiling light hung overhead.
A pale-yellow wooden desk,
A pricey standing lamp designed for eye protection,
