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A sliver of sunlight, creeping through the gap between two curtains, quietly landed on Shang Wanwan's face, like a still life photograph.
In the sunlight, Shang Wanwan's fair skin seemed even more translucent and flawless, the beauty of her brows and eyes, her lustrous lips, and the faint blush that lingered on her cheeks after the alcohol had faded—all exuded an ultimate charm.
The sunlight was warmly comforting.
Shang Wanwan moaned softly, opened her eyes, and lazily stretched out her arm, as smooth as lotus root, to shield herself from the light.
Then, as if she remembered something, she suddenly opened her almond eyes wide in shock.
She was covered with a down comforter, wearing only a nightgown, and beyond that, nothing at all!
Shang Wanwan's face instantly turned deathly pale.
All she remembered was being blackout drunk at Zhang Tianze's!
Could it be!
"Shang, you're awake,"
