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... , I’ll play the role of your mate. No, I mean, hus… hus… oh, it’s husband.”


Bai Qingqing let out a stifled laugh and said softly, “It’s boyfriend. Husband is for when one’s married.”


To Parker, a boyfriend was the same as a suitor. They only had the right to woo someone. He immediately felt displeased. “I should be considered your husband.”


“Alright, alright, alright. It’s not as if one can’t address themselves as such before marriage. It’s fine as long as you’re ha ...

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