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Qi Yuanming bent over and carried the little girl out of the closet. Wen Hui did not struggle free from him and did not say anything.

Qi Yuanming placed her on the bed. When the man's wide palm touched her waist, a warm feeling flowed into her body. Wen Hui's hands trembled.

Qi Yuanming wanted to help her cover herself with a blanket, but she snatched him away and covered him up by herself