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When Emma slowly opened her eyes, she found Bright sitting by the edge of the bed, his hand gently resting on her stomach, softly caressing it.
"Has the event finished already?" Emma asked, stretching slightly.
Bright lifted a bottle of his sleeping pills. "Did you steal my sleeping pills?"
"Yes," Emma admitted casually.
"Please don't do that again," Bright said with a hint of concern in his voice.
Emma pushed away Bright's hand from her stomach, a perplexed expression on her face as she wondered why he kept touching her abdomen.
"I don't need you to act like you're in charge," Emma retorted firmly, sitting up in bed, though Bright assisted her as if she were frail.
