C130 Be despised

Wang Qian quietly entered Shen Fulan's room. His footsteps were light, afraid to wake Shen Fulan up.

Shen Fulan, who was on the bed, closed her eyes slightly. Her sleeping posture was not elegant, hugging her blanket like an octopus, it was hard to imagine that a woman who normally presented herself as a strong woman would actually maintain such a child-like posture in her sleep.

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