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While muttering, Xi'er wiped her chest with the water from the bath.

He hated it so much that it was dirty. He still wanted to go look for his mother, but now, he had to wait a bit longer.

"Never mind, you're the one who got dirty. Help me wash it."

The little girl who should have been a pig head walked in front of Xue Ze, stuck out her small chest, and then sat beside Xue Ze