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Qiao Yanran was really tired after tormenting herself for the entire day. She just sat there and fell asleep like a little chick pecking at rice, her little head bobbing up and down.

Jun Ling carefully supported her head, allowing her to lean against his shoulder, as if he was afraid that she would plunge into the fire.

Qiao Yanran felt a little cold.

Her nose was a little stiff