Thinking to herself, she had rested for a while on the sofa in the bedroom at noon, and now she's on this one again. If she really cared so much about having a woman in his house, maybe she's being a bit too undemanding.
In the middle of the night, he lit a cigarette in front of her, enjoying it alone in the dark, able to see her whenever he looked up.
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The next morning, after Qin Mu got up, she felt a severe pain in her neck. She got up, heard the sound of cutting coming from the kitchen, put on her slippers, shuffled over, touching her own neck.
"Morning!"
She greeted him in a slightly hoarse voice, naturally, her eyes barely open.
"Morning!"
He responded faintly, already sharply dressed, elegantly preparing breakfast in the kitchen.
