Lu Qingning did not know how long she had slept, only that she had enjoyed a wonderfully sound sleep—a rare occurrence ever since she began Immortal Cultivation. Every day previously, she was either woken up by her senior sister or forced to rise early by various duties.
Feeling so comfortable in her slumber, Lu Qingning wanted to stretch lazily in bed, letting out a series of contented sounds from her throat.
Yet no sooner had she started to stretch than her hand brushed against something soft.
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