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Morning.
The faint rays of the sun seeped through the thick curtains, casting flickering shadows on the floor.
Jiang Mo slowly opened her eyes, her soft body wrapped in the large bed was exuding signals of laziness from every cell, making her subconsciously want to close her eyes and sleep a bit more. But the corner of her eye suddenly caught a glimpse of a figure, jolting her awake as she quickly sat up in bed.
"Awake?"
Zhou Wang, who was sitting on the sofa flipping through an entertainment magazine, put down the magazine, stood up, and stretched, "If you're awake, come out for breakfast. I'm in a rush to get to the library."
Jiang Mo instinctively lifted the quilt to check, and there was nothing unusual; she slept very soundly last night.
"Stop checking, I've just arrived and haven't had time to do anything. But if you don't pull your dress up, I can't guarantee I won't."
Zhou Wang chuckled, staring at her intently.
