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To be jealous was to be jealous.

You're still talking about the porridge being cold …]

Qiao Anxia snorted inwardly. Even though she knew that he was jealous and was a little proud, she still bit on his palm out of anger.

The porridge in her hands was steaming hot. The baby's face froze for a moment before quickly reacting as if she had received a special pardon. She kept backing away. "Yes