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As the sun's warm rays gently filtered through the curtains, I slowly stirred from my slumber, greeted by the enticing aroma of freshly prepared breakfast. The scent of coffee and pancakes filled the air, coaxing me awake with promises of a delightful morning.

Stretching my limbs, I found myself cocooned in the soft embrace of the sheets, a comforting sanctuary that shielded me from the outside world. But my blissful solitude was soon interrupted by the sound of approaching footsteps and the clinking of dishes. Lin's voice floated into the room, his playful tone laced with affection.

"Good morning, sleepyhead," he chimed, his voice infused with warmth. "I come bearing breakfast in bed for the most beautiful woman in the world."

A blush crept onto my cheeks, a mix of delight and self-consciousness washing over me. I instinctively pulled the covers closer, a rather modest attempt to shield myself from Lin's gaze.

Lin chuckled softly, his eyes filled with adoration as he approached the b