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Xunyao: "…"

He wanted silence.

Qiao Yanran was in quite a good mood. She cleaned up the trash on the table and said, "Qingyao, I'll go downstairs and throw away the trash. Be good and do as you are told."

After she finished speaking, she forcibly pulled away his blanket and took another big gulp on his face.

Her small face was soft and smooth.

It was like soft tofu