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Qing He walked into the room just in time to see Mu Zhifei, who was sitting in front of the table, scooping out a piece of pastry and feeding it to Si Jue. Si Jue's eyes were filled with gentleness as he gently caressed her head, "Fei Er will eat it, senior brother is not hungry."

The voice was low, as if afraid of scaring her.

Qing He's fingertip slightly pinched, and she stood at the door