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Walking out of the bathroom, Shen Xingyue could still hear Xiaobao's words. She sat on the bed and looked at the sleeping boy, a faint smile on her face.

After drying his hair, he snuggled into the blanket and lightly kissed Little Treasure on the forehead. "Good night, darling. Mom loves you too." Although this child was not born of him, he was still inseparable from him