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The first day at Prince Jing's was certainly fresh and tiring for Wen Jingrong, and after dinner she slept like a log, not even knowing when Murong Mingzhu had slept in her bed. When he woke up in the morning, he was curled up in her arms, sleeping soundly on her shoulder. Wen Jingrong was a bit embarrassed. What was with this feeling of being able to cover the night?

The moment she moved