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After eating half of the fruit, Qiao Yanran climbed onto the two meter wide bed.

The bed was covered in thick cashmere and looked soft as if it was being stepped on by a cloud. Qiao Yanran covered her mouth with a meat pad and yawned before lazily opening her mouth, "Jun Wu, I've requisitioned this bed."

"Then what about This King?"

There was no trace of joy or anger in Jun Mo Xie's voice