At four o'clock in the afternoon, Emma Chen lay on the big bed with his arms and legs spread out. He touched his aching neck with his hand, pressed the tip of his tongue against the roof of his mouth, and picked up his cell phone to send a message to Lucas Gu.
"Lucas Gu, are you training down there?"
Five minutes later, the vibrating phone indicated that there was an incoming message.
"Yes, what's up?"
Emma Chen turned over and lay on his stomach with sparkling eyes, stuffing a pillow in his arms, holding his cell phone and tapping it rapidly with his fingertips.
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