You ask Wáng Qígē what she would do if she had a vacation. She originally thought she would want to go out, go on an excursion, relax, and vent all her work-related stress.
Yet when she truly had two days of rest, all she wanted to do was sprawl on the bed, scroll through her phone, and suddenly realize that she seemed to have spent the entire day like that.
"Knock, knock." The bedroom door was rapped, and smile shouted loudly, "Your takeout has arrived."
Chapter 200