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... obile phone or turn on the TV. She simply sat on the sofa with a book in her arms, propped her head with one hand, and closed her eyes for a while.

Originally, she just wanted to squint for a few minutes, but in the end she really fell asleep.

Sleeping in a daze, she suddenly felt that her feet and under her body seemed to be in the air. She hadn't reflected what was going on. She was still immersed in her sleep until she was suddenly put on the bed. Then she opened her eyes instin ...

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