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The spring storm dispelled the chill of the autumn wind, a fresh breath quietly permeating the air.
Luo De pulled the animal skin blanket up to prevent the tired girl from being invaded by the cold.
Luo De's movements were very gentle, like a feather brushing over water, yet it still woke the sleeping girl.
The girl turned around and, in a sleepy haze, offered a clumsy morning kiss, her lips still carrying a sweet drowsiness.
"Are you getting up?"
Avril asked softly, with a tone full of attachment.
"No, today I'll sleep a bit more."
Luo De gently stroked her hair, the corners of his mouth lifted in a smile, and kissed her again.
Tasting the sweetness.
Luo De, who usually started his busy day before dawn, woke up late for the first time.
Of course, Luo De's late rising was merely at the time when the sun had just risen, right around breakfast time.
And Avril was still lingering in Luo De's bed.
