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An hour and a half later, Pei Yibai emerged from the bathroom, cradling Song Weiyi in his arms as he cautiously returned to the room.
As soon as he placed her on the bed, Song Weiyi rolled to the inside edge, ignoring Pei Yibai's expression and turning her back on him.
Realizing she was now without any clothes, Song Weiyi sobbed quietly, tugging the duvet from the side to cover her body.
Still not paying him any attention.
Pei Yibai was somewhat troubled, sitting on the edge of the bed, he could only gaze at her helplessly.
This was the first time he felt so clueless, completely uncertain about how to comfort her.
The night that was supposed to be sweet and intimate had been ruined by him.
He sat in silence for a moment, then climbed into bed, lying down by Song Weiyi's side.
Sensing his movement, she shifted further inward, creating a gap as wide as the Chu River and Han border, seemingly determined to make a clear distinction between them.
