After quite a while, Li Lanhao was still standing by the bed, calling softly to wake her up, because Wusha had not moved all night, and the quilt was tucked over her nicely.
Time passed quickly, and as the sun was about to crown the mountains, Li Lanhao grew a bit anxious, so he prepared to reach out and poke her. Of course, he certainly didn't dare to poke Wusha's backside.
Just as Li Lanhao's hand was about to touch Wusha's back, a muffled, ethereal voice rang out.
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