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The next morning dawned.
Mo Shiqian had nearly always been an early riser since childhood, automatically opening his eyes at around six or seven in the morning.
Warm and soft, she lay by his side, her breathing shallow and even, filling his embrace, as if even his heart was filled.
He had never felt empty before, but now there was an extra fullness.
By the time he had finished washing up and changing his clothes, the woman in the bed had woken up.
She was sitting up in bed, wrapped in the duvet, yawning, her face showing fatigue, as if she hadn't slept enough.
Mo Shiqian, while buttoning up his shirt, walked over with long strides and asked in a low, deep voice, "Did I wake you?"
Chi Huan lifted her head to look at him.
The man was already dressed and washed, wearing a black shirt and matching trousers, upright, clean, clear-cut, cool, and handsome.
Dapper and polished, he bore no trace of the roughness he had exhibited with her last night.
