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Jiang Muwan quietly observed the man for a moment, reached out to pull his arm from over her eyes, the action hardly gentle.
The man who had been groggy was half awakened by the pull.
Squinting, he glanced sideways and saw Jiang Muwan, his hand, originally resting on her eyelids, now came to rest on her waist, gently caressing it. The movement was light, but it carried a different flavor from their usual passionate encounters, it was both intimate and a bit coquettish.
He murmured softly, calling out, "Manman."
"Hmm," Jiang Muwan softly responded.
"Change clothes?"
"Don't want to."
"Oh," she replied, then looked back at Lan Ying standing by, as if to say, you see, he doesn't want to change.
Lan Ying saw the slyness in the young lady's eyes, felt a twinge at her temples, patiently coaxing, "You've sweated, not changing might make you catch a cold, madam."
