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Shen Ningning was surprised: "Little White Wolf...is she pregnant?"

  She had heard from her grandma before that some animals would start roosting before they gave birth to their young.

 Such as swallows, little bears, etc.

The Black Wolf King shook his head, let Shen Ningning ride on his back, and led her forward while telling the little guy the reason.

It turns out that the little white wolf is the most sensitive to cold among the wolves.

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