"It feels warm. Why is it only seven?" Lin Zimo murmured, holding his phone with his eyes half-open.
He had woken up once at five in the morning, and again at six. He wanted time to pass faster, and sleeping was undoubtedly the fastest way for time to fly by so that he could go pick up Su Qing as soon as he woke up. Right now, he could barely suppress the longing in his heart.
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Chapter 67