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"My bed." He squinted, relaxed and content.

"Ling Ao Jing!"

Fu Yu wanted to immediately tear him into a thousand pieces!

Ling Ao Jing laughed lightly, ignoring his anger, he turned and sat down on the sofa with his long legs resting on the short coffee table, his cigarettes brushing at the ashtray beside him, his posture relaxed: "This point, she hasn't woken up yet, if there's anything