Chi Wan had always been a light sleeper, and deep sleep was a rare luxury for her; the survival environment of these past few years had honed her reflexes to razor-sharp precision.
Her closed eyes snapped open, her gaze as sharp and cold as a blade, entirely devoid of the usual morning grogginess. Sensing an unfamiliar presence beside her, her body moved a step ahead of her thoughts.
Rolling over, she threw a punch that cut through the air, only for it to land squarely on the pillow beside that handsome face.
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