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... holy.
Before Song Fengwan could do anything, the door opened, and a gust of cold wind blew in. Huai Sheng rushed in with his neck shrunk. “Big Sister, why aren’t you in bed yet? It’s time to sleep.”
“I’m not sleepy yet.” Song Fengwan was leaning against the heatable brick bed with her head lowered, fiddling with her blanket.
“Even if you’re not sleepy, you should still get on the bed. The floor is cold.” Huai Sheng was shivering from the cold. “Don’t be scare ...
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