On the large bed, Ran Yu had already fallen asleep.
Amidst curling smoke, Lu Ziheng's expression became inscrutable.
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The next day, when Ran Yu woke up, it was already broad daylight outside, and she was the only one left on the large bed.
"Since you're awake, hurry up and wash up and eat."
The sudden voice scared her so much that her scalp tingled, and she quickly rolled the blanket back over herself.
Turning her head, she saw Lu Ziheng leaning against the door with his arms crossed, dressed in a crisp, clean shirt and sharply tailored suit pants; unexpectedly, he was even wearing a pair of glasses on the bridge of his nose.
Dressed and suddenly looking like a hypocrite who presented himself as a moralist... Ran Yu gritted her teeth.
"Your clothes are in the wardrobe." After saying this, Lu Ziheng turned and left.
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