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... nd covered herself.

She glanced at Huo Shiqian. He had woken up earlier than her and was already dressed neatly.

Leaning on her hand, her body slowly wriggled backwards until she sat up against the wall at the head of the bed.

"There's no one..." Her throat was still very uncomfortable. She swallowed to moisten it, which made her feel somewhat better. She continued in a hoarse voice, "Believe it or not, I was also set up."

"I don't know you, and you don't know me. ...

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