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Morning light streamed through the curtains that hadn't been closed last night, and a thoroughly relaxed Zhou Wang was the first to wake up.
His body was still entwined with a girl's figure softer than any mattress; Su Yajing, with her long hair scattered, had her head buried in his chest, sleeping soundly.
Yet, her expression wasn't entirely peaceful, and traces of tears lingered on her fair cheeks.
Hmm… she cried more than once last night.
Thinking about it, it was tough on her, as Zhou Wang had been holding back for too long, and that massage didn't really help.
But in fact, she brought it upon herself.
Obviously, she was inexperienced, but she had a wealth of theoretical knowledge, flirting with Zhou Wang without fear throughout, playing the role of someone who understood things.
If Zhou Wang wasn't worried about actually breaking her, she might not have needed to sleep last night.