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... Yingyu, who was napping on the table, suddenly felt a chill.
“Strange... why am I feeling cold...”
Puzzled, Tushan Yingyu lazily got up, stretched her hind legs, and leapt into Wang Haoran’s lap on the sofa.
“Damn it... why is this guy so comfortable...”
The little fox shamelessly nestled into his lap, refusing to move.
Wang Haoran, unfazed, gently stroked her curled-up body while chatting with the others.
But before long.
Zhu Nan approach ...
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