Before noon.
A little after 11 AM.
Zhang Ye was still lying across Wu Zeqing's thighs with his shoes off. He was jiggling his arched legs and browsing Weibo on his cell phone with one hand. He would turn his head to the left for a bit, and after he got tired in that position, he would nudge his neck upward. His neck, ears, and face were all resting on a soft surface that felt far more comfortable than laying on a pillow. Zhang Ye was enjoying it so much that his eyes were just a thin line.
That was how good it felt!
That was how blissful it was!
Old Wu was conversing with him all this while.
"The issues with the air pollution documentary have almost blown over."
"OK."
"But you should stay low for a while. You've offended too many people this time, so some time needs to pass."
"No problem. I was already mentally prepared for this."
