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Aside from the strange book, they were unfortunate in their findings and nothing interesting popped up. With a heavy sigh, Zhang Wang retired late into the night, hating how twilight was already creeping up upon the horizon. 

When he collapsed into bed he was exhausted and boneless, eyes closing without any resistance. 

"Zhang Wang." A presence hovered above him but he was too tired to address it. Soft lips were pressed to his own and he groaned, trying to reach up but found that his strength failed him.

"Turn over and allow me to fix your hair at least."

He mumbled in response, too lazy to even roll. A chuckle and a sigh lulled his ears and he could feel Yu Yanlin manhandling him and turning him over. Well, that was fine, thought lazily, groaning happily when he felt Yu Yanlin's fingers through his hair.

Yes, good, that was nice.

"You ought to take care of yourself better."