Evan Zhao didn't know how long he had slept.
When I regained consciousness, my limbs felt like they were filled with lead, my eyelids felt like they weighed a thousand pounds, and even moving my fingertips was extremely difficult. The only consolation was that the cushion under me was very comfortable.
Perhaps it was because he felt too comfortable, Evan Zhao closed his eyes and unconsciously moved closer to the heat source. He rubbed it gently twice and let out a satisfied nasal sound.
As he rubbed against her, he heard a low laugh.
The voice is familiar...
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