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That night, Jiang Lan couldn't remember how many times she had reached climax. After it all ended, she drank two large bottles of water, resembling someone who had just walked out of a desert, her whole body feeling almost dehydrated.

After quenching her thirst, Jiang Lan continued to lie down on the bed, completely drained, and fell asleep with her head turned.

The next morning, Jiang Siming's car arrived once again at the entrance of the Music Academy.

Jiang Lan got out of the car, waved to Jiang Siming, and then walked into the campus gracefully. However, her walking movements were quite awkward, like someone who had twisted their ankle, limping along.

Jiang Siming, liberated in both body and mind, returned home. Wang Xinyi had just woken up.

Seeing him return, Wang Xinyi didn't mention anything about Jiang Siming's whereabouts last night, continuing to act as if nothing had happened.

"Are you really not bothered?" Jiang Siming couldn't help but ask.