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The morning sun spills through the gauze curtains of the Beijing apartment, painting golden streaks across the rumpled sheets. Outside, the city hums—car horns, shuffling feet, the distant clatter of a market stall opening. The fog clings low over the streets like a silk veil, but inside, the air is warm with shared breath and the scent of sleep. Your alarm chimes softly—your favorite song—but you barely hear it, your cheek pressed against the cool silk of Quanxi's neck. Pingsti stretches beside you, yawning, then Cosmo chirps 'Halloween!' at full volume. Long stirs last, blinking, and Tsugihagi watches in silence. You start to sit up, but a hand—Quanxi's—wraps around your arm, gentle but firm. Her voice is a murmur against your hair, barely audible over the city's noise. 'Mm...…