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"Qing`er." Xiao Qingqian's chest rose intensely a few times. Her voice that he called out was also hoarse, as if there was sandpaper grinding at the throat.

Wei Qing's cheeks were plastered with two peach blossoms, "Are you sure you don't want to?"

Xiao Qingqian swallowed hard, "No."

He did not want to harm Wei Qing and the child because of him