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The sun was growing stronger.
The morning light also crept into the roof.
Around four o'clock, Wang Guiqin put on her underwear and walked out of Chu Dazhuang's room.
After a night of fierce lovemaking, Wang Guiqin's legs were weak. However, before she left, she still leaned against the doorway, reluctantly looking back at Chu Dazhuang.
Chu Dazhuang, on the other hand, showed no signs of tiredness. Instead, he lay on the bed with his arms under his head, staring straight up at the ceiling.
Wang Guiqin's words were filled with resolve.
She had come up last night to share her thoughts with Chu Dazhuang.
In other words, it was highly unlikely that Chu Dazhuang would marry Wang Guiqin. Last night's conversation had made that very clear.
Only Sun Yulan was left.
Chu Dazhuang gazed at the ceiling for a long time, thinking hard but unable to come up with a good plan. Before he knew it, sleepiness overcame him, and he fell into a deep sleep.
Chu Dazhuang slept very soundly.
