Time flowed slowly in the living room, with each of Zhang Yang's actions tinged with a complex emotion of tension and anticipation.
Zhang Yang occasionally closed his eyes to rest, trying to achieve a state of tranquility in body and mind.
At other times, he paced around the living room, continuously pondering the key to his breakthrough.
The TV was playing irrelevant programs, but Zhang Yang paid no attention; he merely used the flickering images and noisy sounds to dispel the persistent unease in his heart.
After practicing a set of martial arts, he felt his blood and energy flow a little more smoothly, yet the invisible pressure still weighed heavily on his heart, like a mountain.
"Phew..." Zhang Yang exhaled deeply, trying to calm himself.
Zhang Yang knew that he could no longer be swayed by anxiety at this moment; he had to find a way of breaking through that suited him.
Recalling his previous experiences with the women, a deep sense of gratitude surged in his heart.
