Du Fei frowned, staring at the calendar on the wall.,Under the window was a kang (a traditional Chinese heated bed), and the bedding on it hadn't been washed in ages. It was lumpy and had a strange smell.,Du Fei's face flushed slightly, his mind racing with countless ways to utilize this spatial anomaly. He gasped for breath, his mouth parched. He hastily grabbed a glass of water and gulped it down in one go.。