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"Mm..."
Perhaps sensing something, the sleeping Patchouli shifted her delicate body slightly.
As if encouraged, Wu Yan's hand resting on Patchouli's waist began to stroke gently, almost beyond his control. His gaze fell upon her, taking in her sleeping face.
From Wu Yan's angle, Patchouli's sleeping face was exceptionally peaceful. Though it carried a faint trace of fatigue, her fair skin and gentle expression were completely exposed to the air—and to Wu Yan's gaze.
Looking at that peaceful sleeping face, the heat in Wu Yan's heart flared like flames doused with gasoline.
This was not the first time Wu Yan had had intimate contact with Patchouli!
Although they had known each other for less than ten days in total, within those unbelievable ten days, this knowledgeable, calm, and composed girl before him had already shared genuine physical intimacy with Wu Yan.
Their relationship could be said to be good—so good that its development seemed almost godlike—but it could not exactly be called uncomplicated either.
After all, things had developed so quickly. Even if Wu Yan did not mind, Patchouli, as a normal woman, could not help harboring misgivings. That was why, last time, she had pleaded, "Let me think about it."
Wu Yan also felt that they had known each other for far too short a time, yet their relationship had developed in a rather bewildering manner. Therefore, he had intended to put some distance between them for a while, allowing both of them time to settle down.
However, now, Wu Yan could not restrain the heat in his heart as he pressed his body closer to Patchouli's.
Patchouli sat in a chair,