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... ightened groan of cultivation enlightenment. No—Wang Li’s was the kind that comes from a man sleeping on the very edge of his own bed, clinging to the mattress for dear life while three beautiful cultivators lay sprawled like princesses from three different novels.
Mu Qingling, blanket thief and known sleep-kicker, had claimed two-thirds of the bed and half his pillow.
Lin Ruoyan slept like a fox, curled around his arm like it was her spiritual artifact.
Feng Yuling, ever ...
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