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The next morning.

As though waking from a wonderful dream, Wu Feng slowly opened her eyes. Drowsiness still shimmered in her crimson pupils, as if she remained immersed in a sweet dream.

Sunlight streamed through the half-drawn curtains and fell across her silky red hair. The room was filled with the faint fragrance of morning, along with the lingering afterglow of a night of pleasure.

Wu Feng looked at the familiar handsome face beside her, her expression a tangle of emotions. There was the persistent, delicate ache of being ignored for so many years, the torment of self-inflicted emotional turmoil, the embarrassment following last night's impulsive emotions, and, naturally, deep love.

Though she inwardly struggled with having betrayed Ning Tian, she could not help sinking into a peak of excitement. The twisted mismatch between heart and body nearly set her hormones ablaze.

Remembering the intimate scenes from last night, Wu Feng lowered her head with a flushed face and pounding heart. Then she suddenly noticed five pink circular marks on her ample chest.

Ling Bai had gained a pocket watch, while she had gained five rings.

"It's all your fault!!!"

Wu Feng burrowed into the blankets in a huff. After a bout of squirming, Ling Bai pulled her back out, wrapped an arm around her slender neck, and pressed his lips to hers.

"So passionate this early in the morning? Aren't you going to school?"

Ling Bai teasingly played with her sexy body.

Having experienced it firsthand, he was delighted to discover that beneath the fiery Red Dragon was a drizzling Water Dragon. Wu Feng's talent in that regard was no worse than Ma Xiaotao's, and her endurance was even greater.

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