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It was another storm, but this time, Ji FeiMo didn't sit on the sofa. Instead, he carried me onto the bed and slowly savored the taste.

I fell asleep twice, probably because I was pregnant, and Timothy kept whispering in my ear, but I didn't hear a word of it.

When I woke up again, the room was filled with the fragrance of food. I rolled off the bed, thinking that Tang Minglang had returned