In August, the scorching sun baked the earth, and the heat lingering in the air alone was enough to make anyone irritable.
At seven o'clock that morning, Xia Chen was already awake. It wasn't that he couldn't sleep anymore, but rather that he had been woken up by a flurry of hurried footsteps.
Opening his door, he found Shi Yao crouching in front of the refrigerator, one hand rummaging back and forth inside while the other fanned herself.
Chapter 110