The sky, a bluish-gray dome, is gradually shedding its dimness, slowly turning bright and pale.
A round red sun finally bursts forth, with golden rays piercing the thin clouds, skimming across the glistening sea surface.
The light finally streams through the floor-to-ceiling windows, spilling onto the light blue rubber-matted floor.
The fine dust particles floating within the room are illuminated, appearing like countless dancing golden sprites.
The city outside is fully awakened.
From the coastal road in the distance, the sound of car horns comes one after another.
It intertwines with the heavy breathing inside the room, as if playing the prelude to the morning.
"Huff... ha..."
At this moment, Fang Cheng's naked body is thoroughly drenched in sweat, his skin reflecting an oily shine under the sunlight.
Every muscle is swollen to the extreme, veins winding like enraged dragons across his arms and neck.
