My Sign-in Life in Douluo

Another morning came, and time was becoming more and more meaningless to Jiang Siming.

When a person's life had no visible end, or when it lost its meaning, time became the least valuable thing of all.

Perhaps that was what mortals envied.

"A Simmons mattress really is comfortable!"

Curled up under the blankets, Jiang Siming stretched lazily and broke into a satisfied smile.

Beds across Douluo Continent were generally hard plank beds. Although Jiang Siming had basically slept on wooden boards in both his lives and did not find them uncomfortable, that was one thing and this was another. A Simmons really was comfortable!

Last night's farce had not affected Jiang Siming in the slightest. As for whether Qin Yueru lived or died? That had nothing to do with Jiang Siming. Jiang Siming did not like people causing him trouble, but that did not mean he was afraid of trouble!

"Knock, knock."

"Mr. Jiang, are you awake? Breakfast is ready!"

"Being waited on like this really feels a little unfamiliar!" Jiang Siming climbed out of bed somewhat reluctantly and opened the door.

"Morning!" Jiang Siming smiled and greeted Yin Yiyi, who was standing outside the door.

"Morning, Mr. Jiang! Then I'll head downstairs first!" Yin Yiyi replied, barely holding back a laugh as she looked at Jiang Siming's bird's-nest hair.

After a simple wash, Jiang Siming went to the breakfast hall on the first floor. Snow Empress and Yaya were eating with great relish.

Soy milk with fried dough sticks might not be high-class, but the two were absolutely a perfect breakfast pairing!

"Good morning, big brother!"

When Yaya saw Jiang Siming come downstairs, her little eyes curved into crescents, making her look extremely adorable.

"Morning, Yaya!" Jiang Siming also grinned at Yaya.

To his surprise, Snow Empress beside them