It's summer now. When Xia Ming returned to his residence, he was still sweating profusely. He took a cold shower in the bathroom and finally felt relieved. He sat back on his sofa. The furnishings in his home were simple, with a sofa, television, and other common furniture, all apparently existing from the original house.,"The host is right, this system is attached to the host.",I never expected to suddenly find myself in a system. This left Xia Ming feeling somewhat disbelieving.。