The Long-awaited Mr Han

Things were put away and clothes were changed, and they were given to Auntie He to be sent for washing.

Lu Man cleaned herself up as well to ready herself for bed.

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Since her first lesson was at 10 am, Lu Man need not wake up too early.

Still dazed from her sleep, she heard rustling sounds from beside her.

Lu Man’s eyes opened a slit after much struggle.

The light from outside the window was not too bright, throwing the room into a blurry haze with its pale green glow.

Lu Man could barely make out Han Zhuoli’s silhouette.