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The brocade blanket slid down, revealing a touch of captivating red.

Wang Xiaochuan would never have thought that he would actually get to sleep with Cheng Lin, who was only seventeen years old.

Looking at the girl sleeping soundly in his arms, his heart was filled with a myriad of emotions.

Until now.

He still hadn't forgotten the emotional words that Cheng Lin said to him last night