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Lu Qingyao casually threw away the book, and embraced Ning Qing tightly. With a domineering tone: "Wife, in the future, you are not allowed to think of me."

Ning Qing returned to his senses, pointed at the book that had suffered, and said softly: "Hubby, what you took just now, should be... Your daughter's saliva. "

For a time, the surroundings were terrifyingly quiet