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... set up a mutton stove tonight.” Immortal Crane hummed a tune happily and left.
Ji Zhao supported Shen Yao and helped him lie on the bed.
However, when she tried to retract her arm, Shen Yao grabbed her hand forcefully.
“What… what’s wrong?” The distance between them was getting shorter.
Ji Zhao felt a trace of nervousness for no reason.
“Ah Tao.” Shen Yao’s voice was low and magnetic.
Ji Zhao felt her ears itch a little.
“Thank you.” Shen Yao care ...
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