Was Just A Shell

When he got home, it was already one o'clock in the afternoon.

The sun was shining brightly, and the temperature was extremely hot.

Fortunately, he had spent the entire journey in an air-conditioned car. Once he got off the car, he immediately entered the house.

The bookstore was warm in winter and cool in summer all year round. Regardless of the weather outside, the temperature in the bookstore was always at a comfortable 20 degrees Celsius.

Therefore, Ling Pingan didn't even break a sweat.

However..

He felt a little thirsty, so he picked up the Teacup and made himself a cup of tea.

Meow!

The kitten Bastet meowed softly.

Ling Pingan smiled and gave half of it to his pet.

The man and the cat sat at the counter on this hot summer day and drank the fragrant tea. They felt that the world was incomparably peaceful.

After finishing the tea, Ling Pingan felt a little hungry.