When Jia Lingyun bent down to pick up the book, he felt a soft weight against his back and a delicate, lingering fragrance enveloped him—the unique scent of Wuyouzi.
"My little rascal, I’ve missed you so much."
Wuyouzi, who had been meditating on the ice bed, now clung to Jia Lingyun’s shoulder like a small kitten. She had once thought she would never have feelings for a man, not until she met him. Ever since they had consummated their relationship, she had been haunted by thoughts of him day and night. However, held back by a woman's natural shyness, she had hesitated to seek him out. Only a few days ago, unable to bear the longing any longer, she had gone looking for him, only to be told he wasn't at his residence.
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