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The next morning, the bright sunlight filtered through the thin curtains, gently pouring into the spacious and cozy bedroom.
In the bedroom, from the doorway to the side of the large bed, the clothes of the man and woman were scattered messily across the light yellow floor—coats, shirts, skirts, underwear—all lay lazily on the ground, waiting for their owners to pick them up.
On the white bed, the bedding was in disarray. Nestled within the soft, warm silk quilt, a man and a woman lay quietly in each other's arms.
All at once, the woman's eyelids twitched lightly twice, her long lashes gave a slow quiver, and then, in the sunlight, she slowly opened those intoxicated eyes.
An Yiqing groggily opened her eyes and the first thing she saw was a solid chest.
Before she had time to realize what had happened, a sharp pain suddenly shot through her body.
Hisss—so painful!
An Yiqing gasped for air, feeling as though her body had been run over by a large truck.