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... he early morning, a light drizzle was falling.
Behind the Qinglian Inn on Wutong Street, there lay a secluded courtyard.
Occasionally, the sound of birds chirping mixed with the rain could be heard inside the room.
Zhao Rong had been woken from a deep sleep by the pattering of the autumn rain against the window.
Sharing a bed with Qing Jun, he had completely relaxed.
He had slept exceptionally well and comfortably.
At this moment, as usual, Zhao Ro ...
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