In the depths of her sleep, Ning An vaguely heard the sound of the door lock turning.
Thinking it was already morning, she opened her eyes, dazed, but was met only by darkness. From her vantage point on the bed, she saw someone push the door open and walk in. The tailored cut of his trousers looked like a man’s dress pants.
Alarm bells rang in Ning An’s mind. She bolted upright, her eyes wide.
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