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"Haha …" Some narcissistic people couldn't help but laugh.
"Sleep, my lady." After Xue Muxuan heard the regular breathing sounds coming from Bao Morann, he stopped and fell asleep with Bao Morann in his arms.
Early in the morning, a warm ray of sunlight shone into the room. The person on the bed rubbed her eyes uncomfortably. He tried to turn around to avoid the sunlight