The next morning, sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the villa, casting a soft glow across Shen Min'er's face.
She groggily crawled up from the sofa, her blonde hair tumbling in disarray over her shoulders, and rubbed her eyes with a hazy, sleepy look.
Having been completely plastered last night, her head was still throbbing. She had a vague sense that there had been some commotion in her sleep—sounds like murmurs and faint rustling.
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