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The next day, Luo Xiaoqian didn't wake up until almost noon.
With no sign of Leng Zimo, she wasn't surprised; that workaholic had surely gone to work again.
She reached out for the watch on the table and noticed a sticky note on the bedside lamp, she peeled it off.
"There's breakfast in the fridge, remember to heat it up."
The familiar handwriting was undoubtedly Leng Zimo's.
It was past eleven, and Luo Xiaoqian scrambled out of bed in a hurry, only to settle back onto the pillow moments later.
Since she had finished her work a day early, she had no job to do all day today—essentially, it was her last day off before starting the promotions and various announcements—so naturally, she wanted to linger in bed a bit longer.
After lazing in bed for over half an hour, she finally got up and took her time showering, noticing marks of intimacy on her body in the mirror, which made her blush and heart race, feeling both embarrassed and cross.