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... g lay down in satisfaction. However, after a while…

“Honey, look, I rolled back here!” Qiao Yanhui hugged Xu Qing excitedly.

“Idiot…” Xu Qing was already helpless. This must be retribution.

“Little Hui!” Qiao Yanhui corrected her seriously.

“Alright, Little Hui! Go sleep on the ground, okay?” Xu Qing finally realized that acting intimidating didn’t work, so she used a soft approach.

“Honey, why do I have to sleep on the ground? It’s so cold. Besides, Uncle ...

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