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Outside, the cold wind howled, and goose-feather snow had fallen all night. Inside, however, it was warm as spring.
Merlin woke from his sleep. His schedule was always regular; every morning after rising, he would meditate for an hour. But today was different. Though Merlin had always been full of energy, he felt somewhat weary today.
Turning his head, he saw a beautiful face beside him, with pale arms still tightly wrapped around his body.
Merlin rubbed his head and gently lifted the quilt. From the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of springtime beneath it.
Merlin's and Shirley's clothes were scattered everywhere across the room, piece after piece thrown all over the floor, while a strange scent still lingered in the air.
Merlin shook his head slightly. Seeing this, one could well imagine how wild the two of them had been last night. Merlin's body had originally been very weak, but after practicing the poses from the Mysterious Relief for so long, his physical condition was downright terrifying.
Perhaps Merlin getting up disturbed the sleeping Shirley, and she gradually woke as well.
Shirley's expression was quite calm, but her gaze was exceedingly complicated. Looking at Merlin, she said softly, "Baron Merlin, don't forget what you promised me."
Merlin turned around and came to Shirley's side. In a cold voice that brooked no doubt, he said, "Shirley, perhaps before this, our relationship was still one of a transaction. But after this, you are the woman of Wilson Merlin! Your affairs are my affairs!"
Without realizing it, Merlin had already developed an imposing presence, enough to make people tense. Shirley was the same