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Much later, Zhao Shumin rinsed her mouth and spat the dirty water into the trash can.
Afterward, she gently pulled Li Zhiyan into her arms and massaged his wrist.
Her beautiful eyes were filled with concern for Li Zhiyan.
"Xiao Yan, does your hand feel sore?"
"No, Aunt Zhao, I’m young, it’s fine."
"Alright, it’s about time, let’s go to sleep."
"Mm."
The two embraced each other, with Li Zhiyan leaning closely again ...
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