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Chapter 94 wasn't very interesting.

In the early hours of the morning, as dawn broke, Su Liu groggily woke up to a rustling sound. His gaze swept across the ceiling and finally settled on the empty floor at the foot of the bed.

Mao Xiaotong has already gotten up.

She changed into a tight-fitting pink yoga outfit, her long hair neatly tied into a ponytail. She was facing away from Su Liu, slowly and deliberately doing her warm-up exercises.

Noticing the movement behind her, she turned her head and asked, "Are you awake?"

"Hmm." Su Liu sat up, wiped her face, and exclaimed in admiration, "Wow, Sister Xiaotong, you still have to get up and practice your skills at the hotel?"

"Of course, it's all about perseverance."

"amazing."

Su Liu casually agreed, crawled out of bed, stepped barefoot onto the carpet, and slowly approached her.

Mao Xiaotong was doing some yoga poses when Su Liu squatted down, his gaze level with hers as she stretched.

"Pfft."

Mao Xiaotong was holding a difficult stretching pose when she saw Su Liu's sleepy, awkward expression as he leaned in, and she couldn't help but burst out laughing. "What are you doing?"

"It's up to you."

"Get out of my way, don't bother me." She stopped what she was doing and gave him a shove in an annoyed manner.

"Oh," Su Liu responded, stood up from the carpet, and casually picked up his clothes, putting them on one by one.

"Are we going to have breakfast later?" he asked, turning his head to the side.

"Go ahead," Mao Xiaotong's actions escalated, her voice muffled from below her knees, "Let's call Reba and Teacher Yawen to come along."

"OK."

As Su Liu finished dressing and was about to leave for her room, Mao Xiaotong's voice drifted over, "You were a little different last night than usual."

"Huh? What's different?"

"It's not very energetic." She maintained her yoga pose, her tone as flat as if she were commenting on the crew's boxed lunch.

"What did you say?!" Su Liu fled in panic.

Inside the room, Reba was still fast asleep. She lay sprawled in the messy bedding, her long hair disheveled and covering half her face.

It seems that the two battles last night really exhausted her; even her usually punctual biological clock couldn't wake her up.

"Reba, get up." Su Liu went up and gently patted her face.

"Mmm." She made a sticky, nasal sound, and her body began to wriggle, turning the bedding into a mess.

Suddenly, Dilraba's long eyelashes trembled violently, and her eyes widened instantly.

Her gaze swept quickly around the air before finally settling on Su Liu.

"Teacher Su?"

She sat up abruptly, as if a power switch had been pressed to force a restart.

The blanket that had been loosely covering her body suddenly became completely passive and slid down due to the inertia of her forward lean.

"Hey, clothes, clothes!" Su Liu shouted.

Dilraba paused for a second, then looked down and followed Su Liu's gaze.

"Ah—" A gasp of surprise exploded in the room.

She reacted as if burned, her previously outstretched limbs instantly curling into a ball. She violently pulled up the blanket that had slipped off and wrapped herself up tightly in it.

Because of the excessive force, she curled up in the blankets like a giant silkworm cocoon.

"Hey, hey, hey, you've gone too far." Su Liu went up and patted her head.

"Teacher Su, you're a pervert."

"I'm a pervert?" Su Liu looked incredulous. "Who was it yesterday who wanted more and more?"

"Ah—" Reba covered her ears tightly, pretending not to hear. "Stop talking! Shut up, Teacher Su, please shut up."

She swayed back and forth on the bed like a roly-poly toy. Su Liu couldn't help but reach out and give her a push. She swayed a couple of times before quickly straightening herself.

It really is a roly-poly toy.

"Alright, get up quickly, Xiaotong will be looking for you soon."

"Sister Xiaotong?" Dilraba exclaimed in surprise, as if she had thought of something terrifying. "What does Sister Xiaotong want with me?"

"Of course I'm calling you to have breakfast!" Su Liu looked at her with a speechless expression.

"oh oh!"

She then stood up, still covered by the blanket, but suddenly stopped. "But...the clothes..."

Su Liu looked around and searched for a while, but only found some wine-red scraps of cloth.

"Teacher Su," Reba's voice was full of complaint, "Why did you tear it yesterday?"

"Huh?" Su Liu held the piece of cloth in her hand, looking wronged. "I didn't do that, did I? You tore it yourself."

"No way, I really like this dress."

Who tore it? This remains a mystery; there are absolutely no clues, and both women offer conflicting accounts in their defense. Su Liu claims she has absolutely no hobby of tearing clothes, while Dilraba insists she would never harm her beloved dress under any circumstances.

"What do we do now!" Dilraba, wrapped in a blanket, bounced around on the bed.

The two searched around again, but even their underwear was torn to shreds and unwearable.

"Teacher Su," Reba said solemnly, looking at the rag, "you must have done this, right?"

"Hmm." Su Liu stroked his chin, his tone very certain, "It couldn't be me."

Dilraba's eyes widened immediately. "Who else could it be but you?!"

"I had absolutely no reason to do this! I could have just torn it off in one go, why did I tear it like this?"

"No matter how much you try to argue, it's no use!"

"Alright, now's not the time to dwell on this." Su Liu went to get the white bathrobe. "Put it on quickly."

"You want me to go back wearing this?"

"What? Is there a problem with this bathrobe? You wore it yesterday."

"I have nothing inside, how am I supposed to go out!"

"Isn't this how you got here last night?"

"I had clothes underneath me yesterday! And how can it be the same during the day and at night!"

Su Liu glanced at the time; it was not yet six o'clock.

"What if I run into someone when I go out..." Dilraba muttered to herself, "I'm a female celebrity, you know!"

"Hey." Su Liu had to remind her, waving his hand in front of her face, "You're not at the level of a female celebrity yet."

"Mind your own business! Think of a solution!"

Actually, it wasn't that much of a difference, Su Liu thought to himself. Yesterday, when he took off his bathrobe, it was practically the same as being naked.

He went to his suitcase, took out a shirt and underwear, and handed them to Dilraba.

"Here you are."

Unexpectedly, Dilraba looked disgusted and said, "A shirt is fine, but underwear isn't necessary."

She grabbed the shirt and put it on right under the covers.

"Then you still have nothing down there." Su Liu rolled her eyes at her, annoyed.

"Then...then give it to me." Dilraba finally took the underwear.

Before long, she got rid of the heavy quilt and put on a loose shirt that barely covered her upper thighs, revealing her long, straight, and warm white legs.

The line slides down the thigh, tapering slightly at the knee to form a delicate curve, before gracefully unfolding at the calf.

Her fair and slender calves have no excess fat, and their lines are firm and smooth, forming a perfect and elastic curve.

"Teacher Su, how is it?" Dilraba twirled around, the hem of her shirt fluttering.

She subconsciously brought her ankles together, her ten toes full and neat, with a natural, healthy pinkish hue that stood out against the dark carpet.

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