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Wen Jiu blinked his almond-shaped eyes lightly and ate the porridge on the corner of her lips, then said unclearly, "Leave your hands with the silver notes, we will not return it."

Xie Heng's sword-like eyebrows slightly rose: "Un?"

Wen Jiu shot a glance below the bed, and then met Xie Heng's gaze