5 p.m.
Fang Changping lay on the bed, put on his helmet, and re-entered the game. When he opened his eyes again, he was met with a concrete gray ceiling.
Below him was a worn single bed.
He shifted his heavy head and a faint scent wafted from the squished pillow into his nose. The only drawback was the mix of machine oil in it.
He turned his face and saw the girl sitting beside the bed.
She was holding a screwdriver, tinkering with the parts of her left arm, unsure if she was changing the battery or the oil.
This game was always strangely realistic in unexpected places.
"You awake?" Dolly glanced at him as she noticed the movement on the bed.
Right now, she wore a washed-out sleeveless T-shirt. In the light of dawn shining through the window, he could vaguely see her fair skin, which made Fang Chang unsure where to rest his gaze.
"Uh-huh."
Seeing the man's embarrassment, Dolly mischievously chuckled and teased, "You were sleeping so deeply, shouting wouldn't wake you."