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... rew up with his words of concern.
Ming Ansheng gazed tenderly at the boy who stood in front of him. He stroked his hair and replied, “I’m not tired. I will go to sleep soon.”
“Daddy, you smell of smoke.” Beibei wrinkled his nose, and he fanned the air with his hand.
Ming Ansheng raised an eyebrow. “Am I gross?”
“You’re not.” Beibei shook his head. “We are both men and I don’t think it’s gross. But my future stepmother would think so.”
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