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In the pitch-black night sky, New York was as bright as day, with a new midnight screening underway at the cinema, where "The Devil Wears Prada" was slowly increasing its North American box office earnings; in Manhattan, inside an elegant hotel suite bedroom, Jessica was tossing and turning on the bed. She had been lying there for a while, pondering many thoughts and seemingly entering dreamland, but she realized she hadn't actually fallen asleep. She opened her eyes and called out softly, "Yang, have you fallen asleep? I can't sleep."
Wang Yang, who had already been sweetly asleep beside her, showed no reaction, only his steady and long breathing could be heard: "Hoo…"