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Very good, Cang Mang was lying beside her with his hands supporting his head. He was admiring her blushing face.

"You … You... "You …" She pointed at him, unable to utter a complete sentence for a long time.

"The flight is at three in the afternoon." He knew she wanted to ask him why he hadn't woken up yet. Wasn't he always busy?

"Three o'clock?" In other words, she had four more hours to kill