Luoyi Zhao returned to her room, lay down on the bed, and tossed and turning, unable to fall asleep. The mere thought that Mufeng Su was sleeping just in the next room made it impossible to calm her pounding heart.
When she had left his room earlier, Mufeng Su had already settled into a steady, rhythmic breathing pattern.
It seemed he was sleeping soundly. How she wished she could go over and check on him.
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