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Finally, the hair dryer stopped. Qin Xiaohai sat up straight and did not move. His hands were tightly clasped together.
After a while, seeing that there was still no sound coming from behind her, she did not dare to turn around. Such a strange silence, shouldn't she say something?
"Erm, have you eaten yet?"
One second, two seconds … Still no reaction, Qin Xiaoli closed his eyes