Several hours passed quietly, and the atmosphere inside the room remained exceptionally tranquil.
Ling Qingzhu lay quietly in Ye Fan's arms like a blooming flower. Her skin was as smooth as silk, exuding a faint, delicate fragrance. Her head rested gently against Ye Fan's chest, and her eyes were half-closed.
Ye Fan's gaze lingered on Ling Qingzhu as his fingers softly stroked her hair.
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