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"White rice, get up."

Bai Ying looked at the motionless White Rice lying in the corner, and directly picked it up.

"Mistress, I didn't do it on purpose. I didn't want to kill him." White Mi cried so hard that her nose was covered in tears.

Although her legs were trembling, she did not forget to wipe her tears and mucus on Bai Ying's clean clothes.

This was his habit