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... playing in her mind. It wasn’t annoying though. The feelings it agitated in her were annoying.

For the next couple of nights, she again wasn’t able to sleep. It was lack of Xiao Zhiren’s presence beside her or her insomnia was back; it was hard to tell. However, a certain voice in her mind was nagging and claiming that it was the absence of a particularly cheeky person.

"My friend is coming today. We are going to a restaurant for dinner. Would you like to join?" Xiao Zhiren asked ...

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