Laodan had seen Los Angeles at four in the morning, but Li Daonian had seen Pingsha City at eight-thirty.
Usually he wouldn't even be awake by this hour. Even if he had a nine o'clock class, he wouldn't wake up until eight-fifty.
"Who the hell is awake this early? Where's the fire?" Qiuyang mumbled from beneath his quilt with a fake Beijing accent. "Does some girl have a date with you for breakfast? It's the dead of winter and you're out jogging—nobody's going to look at your abs even if you've got a hundred of them."
Chapter 88