Early morning.
Lily Changsheng sat up, rubbing his long hair, covered his mouth with his hands and yawned, looked at Mia Jiang beside him, straightened her messy clothes, put on his shoes and got out of bed.
She never thought that girls could be so intimate with each other so often, and they would get together almost whenever they had free time.
After washing up, she went to the yard and practiced a set of Wudang palm techniques. She felt refreshed again. After cooking some porridge, Mia Jiang got up lazily and sat in front of the mirror in a daze.
"What are you thinking about?"
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