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It wasn't exactly unfamiliar, Wen Meimei had encountered this bedroom once before.
The last time she came to borrow perfume, she had entered once.
Wait, what's going on??
Looking down, she now lay on Qiao King of Hell's bed, dressed in her own nightgown.
Although she didn't want to admit it, the reality was right before her eyes, she had spent last night in Qiao King of Hell's room...
Suddenly sitting up, her movements were so rapid that they made an obvious noise.
The man changing clothes in front of the wardrobe heard her, yet he didn't turn around, "If you're awake, go back to your own room; don't loaf around in mine."
"Who wants to loaf in your lousy room!" Wen Meimei snorted disdainfully and leaped out of bed.
Since there were no shoes on the floor, she had to walk out barefoot.
Suddenly, she remembered something and stopped at the door, turning to look at him.
The man had already donned a white shirt and was now buttoning the buttons.