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The sun was high in the sky. Clean sunlight seeped through the cracks in the curtains and landed on the lovely face of the deeply sleeping Faye Owen. Under the sunlight, her skin appeared extraordinarily delicate, as if it was made of creamy jade.
Under the influence of her biological clock, her long eyelashes trembled lightly a couple of times before she opened her eyes. Initially, she blinked around, her beautiful eyes were slightly blurred and dazed. But soon, something came to her mind. Like a startled little bunny, she suddenly sat upright.
This was Yves King's room, and Yves King's bed. She remembered, they had an argument last night because of the little girl in the video. She felt wronged and sad. Unexpectedly, that guy, Yves King, also felt wronged. He even forcefully pushed her onto the bed, and, uh, they
slept together.
