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Wei Chang looked incredulous, "Really?"

"Otherwise, why don't I still chat with you here? Do you want me to cultivate my body?" Lu Yuan gave him a white look.

"Yo, what's the matter, my brother Chen doesn't want to?" Wei Chang was a little proud.

Lu Yuan hooked the corner of his mouth, "Your brother Shen is very willing."

"Then you're not up yet?" Wei Chang was worried for him.

Lu Yuan shook his head, "Not in a hurry." The ghost knows how anxious he is now, if he didn't feel sorry for this person's unrecovered body, he would have put him on the bed for countless times.

"Okay, you can cultivate yourself here, I'm going to sleep." Wei Chang said and was about to go upstairs.

"Friday the day after tomorrow, remember to pick up Yan Minghao at night." Lu Yuan reminded him.

Wei Chang didn't look back, and made an "ok" gesture with his hand, and went upstairs to his bedroom.

The living room, which was not lively at first, became deserted because there was one person missing. The screen of the mobile phone next to it suddenly lit up and then went dark again. Lu Yuan took the mobile phone and slid up and down until a photo was displayed on the screen. His fingers stopped, his brows were frowned, and his deep eyes stared at Wang Lijie's dull ID for a long time, then he turned off his cell phone, turned off the lights, and went straight upstairs.

Shen Qing fell into a deep sleep, but her brows were tightly frowned, not so peacefully.

Lu Yuan lay softly beside Shen Qing, turned him over and hugged him in his arms, and carefully covered him with the quilt.

The moonlight casts on the tulle-like curtains, and then shines into the room through the curtains, casting on Lu Yuan's sharp-edged and cold face.The surroundings seemed to be covered with a veil of moonlight, hazy, ambiguous, but strangely unreal.