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The next morning, Su Weifeng woke up.
He couldn't help feeling a bit guilty. Now he had slept with Qiao Yushan again; things were getting more and more casual between them. He had embraced her from behind, and his hands were placed where they shouldn't be.
It was not surprising, though. His feelings for Lin Xuanxuan had surged recently, and when they were together, such behaviors became casual.
Even though it was Qiao Yushan now, she looked exactly like Lin Xuanxuan anyway, and it was still the same bed. He couldn't tell the difference between Qiao Yushan and Lin Xuanxuan at night, so naturally, his hands were equally casual.
As he was pondering over these thoughts, Qiao Yushan in his arms moved slightly, clearly waking up.
Su Weifeng cursed himself for thinking about such things and forgetting to withdraw his hand. At this point, it was better to pretend to be asleep.
