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An Yue slept until ten o'clock the next morning. When she woke up, there was no one by her side. Last night after they finished, it was about ten o'clock, and after Dang Yang tidied himself up and left, An Yue drifted into a deep sleep... She slept all the way until now.
The first thing she did upon waking was to check her phone, which had many incoming messages. She opened WeChat.
She saw that it was Huang Qingqing and the others discussing yesterday's matchmaking between Zhang Meiqin and Song An.
Qiao Chuchu: Meiqin, did Song An contact you last night?
Zhang Meiqin: No.
Qiao Chuchu: Ha... I knew it. It seems like Song An isn't into the clueless type.
Zhang Meiqin: I refuse to accept being called clueless. I'm clearly a goddess with both beauty and brains.
Qiao Chuchu: Then why doesn't Song An like you?
