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... t the past, slightly wet hair, short-sleeved white T-shirt, white shorts just to the knee, no shoes on his feet, very refreshing child.
Tang Miao lazily lay on a blanket watching Tang Sihuang roast chicken, smelled more scent and felt hungry, raised his foot on Tang Sihuang's shoulder, and poked him with his toes.
"hungry."
"Where is hungry?" Tang Sihuang hooked his lips and turned to look at him.
Tang Miao kicked him hard, his face flushed with fire, as if shy.
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