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"About that, how many days do we have to go?" "I'll pack my clothes …" As Qiu Mo spoke, he saw the playful look in Luo Hao's eyes. For some unknown reason, her voice became softer and softer, until it sounded like the buzzing of mosquitoes.

Luo Hao laughed and rubbed her head, "Why are you knocking on my door? It doesn't hurt? "Stupid."

Qiu Mo felt a big warm hand rubbing his head