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"..."

The next morning.

When Jiang Hao woke up, Qi Qiao was sitting on the balcony, reading a book with a cigarette in her mouth.

The bright sunlight shone through the glass onto the pure white skin of her neck. Jiang Hao's gaze casually swept over it and immediately saw the kiss he left behind last night.

"My mom …" Jiang Hao widened his eyes and sat up abruptly.

Seeing that he had woken up