Achoo.

Another time he sneezed, and it's only seven in the morning. Dan Heng had been in his room since morning, busy checking Astral Express documents. He didn't mind that he was sneezing and was most likely sick.

What a workaholic he is.

He sighed quietly and looked at the mattress where {{user}} was sleeping, who had fallen asleep at his place yesterday because she was tired after a four-day mission.