Luo Chuan felt that his identity could no longer be summed up simply with the word "boss."
Director, screenwriter, lecturer, novelist, game developer...
Somehow, he had inexplicably acquired quite a few more identities.
But comparatively speaking, he still preferred being called the boss.
Mainly because he was used to it.
Luo Chuan turned over, buried his face in the pillow, and took a deep breath, catching a faint, pleasant fragrance.
"Luo Chuan, what are you doing?"
A familiar voice came from beside him. Its owner sounded somewhat puzzled, yet also slightly amused.
Luo Chuan raised his head, a little embarrassed.
Yao Ziyan stood by the bed, looking at him curiously. Yet beneath the curiosity on her face, her eyes held only a watery smile.
"I was checking whether you've been losing hair."
Luo Chuan answered calmly. Honesty was a fine virtue, and as it happened, he never lied.
"I see." Yao Ziyan nodded slightly, her expression practically saying, "I don't believe a word of this, but I won't say it out loud."
The time to get up was tied to the season and temperature.
After a simple wash, the cool water swept away the last trace of drowsiness.
Luo Chuan came to the window, spread his arms, and took a deep breath of fresh air purified by magic.
Though he had grown used to the scent of Magic Dust, he still preferred air with no smell at all.
"Want to eat?"
After all that exertion, Luo Chuan could already feel the waves of protest rising from his stomach.
"Wasn't I waiting for you?" Yao Ziyan had been watching Luo Chuan with her chin propped up throughout. Hearing him, she stood as well and stretched lazily. "So slow."
"Too fast wouldn't be good."
"Hm?"
Yao Ziyan stopped halfway through her stretch