The eastern sky was already painted with the orange-red of dawn, and the clouds near the horizon, on the verge of sunrise, were dyed in the same vibrant hues.
Ling Yu was sleeping soundly when suddenly a soft sensation pressed against his chest. Reluctantly opening his eyes to look at what was holding him, his drowsy mind instantly snapped awake. His heart tightened and he dared not make a single movement, even his breathing becoming cautious and tentative.
For right there in his arms, Mu Qingxue had her arm draped across his chest and her head pillowed on his arm, the gentle swell of her bosom pressed tightly against his side as she breathed evenly.
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