Yue Feng suddenly laughed, as if he had just heard a funny joke.
Presidential elections? He was never interested in such things...
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Lu Ming came back when it was almost dawn.
Yiren, who was comfortably snuggling in her blanket, suddenly felt someone spooning her from behind.
Subconsciously, she turned around, adjusting to a more relaxed position and snuggled into Lu Ming's embrace. She reached out her arm and looped it around his neck.
Lu Ming leaned forward to barely touch her lips with his own.
"Sorry! I was in a bad mood yesterday, I hope you didn't mind my attitude!"
With half-closed sleepy eyes, Yiren smiled at him. "I knew it! Don't worry about it!"
Yiren tightened the hold of her arm around Lu Ming's neck, drawing even closer to him.
Continuing to sleep in his arm, the faint scent of him surrounding her, Yiren felt safe, cozy and secure.
Lu Ming, looking upwards, held her tightly.
