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Bai Xiaosjing cleaned up the leftover utensils one by one, and Qiu came up from behind. He put his hand on her waist and buried his nose in her embroidered hair like a real husband. Bai Xiaosjing's face twitched twice, but she did not resist.

Cho felt her muscles stiffen visibly, but he didn't mind.

He had never known or thought about what a woman's rejection was.

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