C32 The Entrance of the Farm Is Really Lively

Liu Feng lay on his modest wooden bed, staring at the ceiling, sleep eluding him.

This was typical for him; too much alcohol meant a racing heart and a pounding headache, with sleep becoming an unattainable dream.

Restless, Liu Feng's thoughts turned to his stamina. Failing to fall asleep by eleven meant he wouldn't be fully recharged for the next day.

But then he reconsidered