Luo Xiaoqian opened her eyes again, and it was already noon the next day.
Her head throbbed with a dull ache, and every bone in her body felt incredibly sore as if she had just fought a battle.
Gazing at the luxurious chandelier above her, Luo Xiaoqian was momentarily confused about the situation.
After a short while, she suddenly remembered something, sat up abruptly, and looked behind her.
Fortunately, there were only pillows behind her.
Leng Zimo was no longer there!
Luo Xiaoqian wrapped herself tightly with the quilt in a panic and quickly scanned the room.
The bedroom was incredibly quiet, the bathroom door was ajar, with no light shining through.
In the living room, it was also quiet without the slightest noise.
It seemed the man was not there.
She let out a slight breath of relief and then cursed aloud.
"Leng Zimo, you bastard..."
She stopped mid-curse.
All of this, it was her own doing, wasn’t it?
Although she couldn’t remember everything clearly from last night, she knew that her condition was obviously due to something being wrong with the water she drank.
The substance couldn’t have been intended for her; it was just her bad luck.
Moreover, Leng Zimo had been refusing at first, but in the end, it was she who pleaded with him!



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