January 9th, also the seventh day of the twelfth lunar month.
Early in the morning, Lun Chuan knocked on the door of the room next door.
Inside, the two were sleeping deeply, and no one answered.
It was obvious that arriving in an unfamiliar city after eight last night, having to wash up, eat, and rush to update, had exhausted them.
However...
Lun Chuan glanced at the hundreds of chat records on his phone and thought that those who wrote until midnight but chatted till three and even ordered barbecue delivery truly didn't deserve to claim "hard work."
Just then, Lun Jing, hearing the noise, came out of her room: "Are we leaving now?" It's only 8:30 on this winter morning, which is quite early, isn't it?
Lun Chuan sighed: "I'd like to go, but they are still sleeping."
As for himself, after washing up last night, he wrote until after 9 PM and fell asleep by 11. This morning, he woke up before 7:00, got up to wash up, and even spent over an hour preparing drafts!
