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However, Su Daji didn't struggle free.

Qi Lee kicked open the door with her in his arms and put her on the bed. "Sis, we're home …"

The room was lit by warm but not harsh orange lights.

Sometimes it was dark, sometimes it was dark. Su Daji closed her eyes in discomfort.

Qi Lee pressed both of her hands on the bed. Something slightly cold touched her skin, followed by a light "kacha" sound