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... morning light slowly began its crescendo.
Yu Tingwan slept especially sweetly, though she felt a bit cold despite the thickness of the quilt.
The young lady just opened her eyes and sensed something amiss.
Why was her head buried in Wei Zhao’s neck?
The two were lying closely intertwined in an intimate position.
The coldness came from Wei Zhao’s body.
He wasn’t well. Even with such a thick quilt and their bodies tightly pressed together, it didn’t ...
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