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It was quite a harmonious night. When the sun had risen, Liang Wangheng once again quietly got off the bed. After closing the French windows, he climbed back into his room and narrowed his eyes for a while.
Lin Hai Sheng habitually moved further inside. His memory was very warm, very much like Liang Tong Heng's embrace, but it did not wake up after throwing itself at empty air