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... she would not have dinner tonight, she went straight into her tent and hid.
Instead of wandering around, she might as well sit comfortably on a soft couch.
Therefore, after Mo Qianchen got busy and returned to his and Xia Yichu's tent, what he saw was Xia Yichu's figure lying lazily on a soft couch, and on the small table next to him, a string of delicate and transparent amethyst grape.
Mo Qianchen smiled, and there was a touch of pampering under his eyes, this guy really kn ...
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