The next morning, Elizabeth Forster woke up feeling hot. In her daze, she kept tugging at her collar, "What's going on? Did I turn the heating up too high?"Opening her eyes, Elizabeth Forster found herself completely wrapped in Pete Melville's arms. No wonder it was so warm; they were too close, and she could even see the fine down on his face.Gently pushing away his hand, but as soon as she put her right hand down, his left came back. After a few tries, Elizabeth Forster blushed and scolded, "Are you pretending to be asleep?" A truly deep sleeper wouldn't have such clear awareness.Pete Melville opened his eyes, contentedly gazing at Elizabeth Forster's long, curled eyelashes."You guessed wrong," he said, releasing her. Elizabeth Forster dashed to the bathroom like a whirlwind. Looking at her face, aside from being red, everything else seemed fine, just too hot."Stop looking, come down for breakfast."Pete Melville glanced at his watch, "You have half an hour before work."
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