Mo Chengyu followed Yang Yuan's figure as it disappeared around the corner, an inexplicable sense of guilt gripped his heart. Maybe he was overthinking things...
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Sheng Garden, the master bedroom.
Two individuals were sound asleep on the warm bed.
They had gone to bed late last night.
Wisps of light filtered through the curtains and the temperature slowly began to rise.
Fu Tingyu's eyes fluttered open, revealing the bare ceiling above. He had dreamed a dream last night. It felt so real that it could have hardly been a dream. In it...
He paused. In his arms...
He was still feeling a little sleepy but it soon faded with the dawning reality of who it was in his arms.
A woman was nestled against his chest, half-asleep. Her ebony hair draped down the side of her neck, caressing her cheeks and the nape of her neck.
She looked so peaceful and enticing as she rested.
