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Lin Xuanzi was probably so engrossed in his book that he didn't notice she was already awake, still reading with his head down.
Today, he was wearing a teal Tang suit and reading a traditional thread-bound book, appearing more elegant than usual, like a scholar from ancient times.
Undeniably, Mai Xiaomai quite liked him in this state.
Perhaps sensing something, Lin Xuanzi looked up and turned his face toward her.
Seeing her, he put down his book and smiled slightly, saying, "Baby, you're awake?"
His voice was extraordinarily gentle, so gentle it felt like water seeping into her heart.
She nodded unnaturally, without a smile, "Yeah, why are you here?"
"I brought you soup. This soup is more effective in the morning. Come over, have it while it's hot."
Lin Xuanzi beckoned to her, as if she were his little child and he was like a father.
"I haven't had breakfast yet; just having soup might give me diarrhea."
Mai Xiaomai refused.
