Zhan Long Chapter 117 - Advice from an Old Friend

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Chapter 117 – Advice from an Old Friend
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In the middle of the night, I suddenly awoke to an awful cold. My whole body was twisted up like a shrimp on the couch and I saw a faint light coming from the windowsill, a sign that it was almost morning. Still, I remained lying in the sofa with my eyes closed. In just less than two hours of sleep, I had recovered more than 70% of my mental energy. I guess this was one of the benefits of being a practitioner.

“Rustle…”

Someone was waking up.

I suddenly detected the faint smell of perfume. This was definitely Wan Er’s fragrance. Looking down, I saw that someone had spread a bath towel over me in my sleep. I could make out the individual strands of hair, shining in the morning light and lightly touching my face.

Staying calm, I kept on pretending to sleep.

“If you’re already awake, then wake up already…” War Er chuckled softly.

I breathed a sigh of disappointment. I was absolutely certain that Wan Er could read my mind. I have to be careful about what I think around them from now on…

However, I continued to lie there calmly and Wan Er did not mention it again. Not long after that, I entered into a state of light sleep. Wan Er returned to her bed and while hugging Dong Cheng she fell asleep. Dong Cheng mumbled, “This is what I like, don’t bother me…”. I couldn’t even fathom what she was dreaming of.

By the time I woke up again, the sun was already up and shining. I rubbed my eyes, looking at the bed next to me. There were two beautiful ladies, that had kicked away part of the blanket with a silky white colored leg. Wan Er was still snuggling the rest of the blanket. While fast asleep, she had a faint smile on her face. What was she dreaming about right now? She looks like a cat that was taking a nap. Dong Cheng was sleeping in a crooked position, with her face planted on Wan Er’s chest, how lucky!

I took my phone and saw that it was already 11 o’clock in the morning, who would’ve thought we would

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