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Morning.
Song Yi woke up in a man's embrace.
As soon as she opened her eyes, she saw a handsome face up close, facing her.
He looked good even while sleeping, with delicate features, a smooth and sexy contour, his eyes closed.
Song Yi had a faint smile on her lips, waking up in his arms felt like happiness.
But she suddenly realized the man's brows were tightly furrowed, even asleep, his brows were knotted.
Song Yi reached out and gently touched his brow.
How much worry must he have buried inside, Song Yi's heart suddenly clenched.
It was right then that the man opened his eyes.
His eyes, alluring like peach blossoms, were drowsy. Seeing Song Yi, he suddenly smiled, a playful glint in his eyes: "What are you doing? Taking advantage of me early in the morning?"
This light remark was both mischievous and cheeky but also quite flirty.
In an instant, it swept away her earlier worries. Retracting her hand, she said, "Can you have some decency?"
