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The autumn night was cold, but Mu Qianqian didn't feel the slightest chill from the fire, the man's hot body temperature, and the man's handmade suit covering his body.

After eating her fill, Mu Qianqian leaned against Rong Heting's chest, looking at the stars while sighing over Rong Heting's arrogance in her heart. For the sake of roasting sweet potatoes