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In the darkness, the light from the phone screen was unusually piercing.
A woman's fair and slender arm reached for the bedside table, only to be pulled back by the man several times.
"Let me answer the phone..."
"Stay focused..."
"Mmm..."
The phone vibrated persistently for dozens of minutes...
Maeve gasped as she climbed up to turn on the light and picked up the phone.
She lay prone on the bed, her arms propped up on the pillow, her waist sinking, and her legs playfully kicking up.
The call was from Donovan Hawthorne in the United States.
He probably just got up, saw the trending news on Weibo, and hurriedly called to find out what was going on.
Maeve sighed, thinking it might be just as well she didn't answer, as she really didn't know what to say if she did.
