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The next morning, dongxi arrived.

The sun shone through the window and onto the soft bed. Behind the pink curtains, Shi qinglan was sleeping soundly on her side. The red flush on her porcelain-like face had already faded.

Her red lips were pouted, and her long, curly eyelashes cast a faint shadow at the bottom of her eyes. Her sleeping face was as cute as a porcelain doll.

"Oh ..." The girl mumbled softly.

A snow-white arm stretched out from under the blanket and gently rested on her forehead, blocking the sunlight from the curtain.

She turned over lazily, her eyelashes trembling slightly. She slowly opened her eyes, and there was a faint tiredness in her eyes.

"I got drunk again last night?" The girl mumbled softly.

She vaguely remembered that she had drunk with her grandfather last night, but she was probably so drunk that she passed out after a few drops. She didn't remember what exactly happened last night, but she didn't have a headache when she woke up.