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... into the house, skillfully changed into her own slippers, then raised her hands high, stretched lazily, and took a deep breath.
"Sniff sniff... ah, Jing's scent, the scent of home."
Xue Jing, carrying a suitcase and holding Miao Miao, followed her in and casually said:
"Are you a dog or something? I haven't been home for over ten days, where would my scent come from."
After putting away the things from the suitcase, Xue Jing, who was now lazily sprawled on the liv ...
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