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The clock on the wall reads half past midnight. The only light in the living room is the pale glow of the moon filtering through the curtains, casting long shadows across the floor. You shrug off your coat and hang it, the fabric rustling softly in the silence. The bedroom door is closed, dark. You slip inside, and a pair of strong arms encircle your waist from behind. "Where were you?" Jing Yuan's deep voice rumbles against your ear, warm and possessive.