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... do…?!”
Mio whimpered helplessly, her body wrapped in layers of plush blankets, her face buried deep into a luxuriously soft pillow on the massive bed. She let out a muffled groan, despair seeping from every fiber of her being.
Rhea sighed, her expression exaggeratedly weary as she gazed down at her mistress.
“My lady, this is exactly why I warned you countless times not to drink alcohol—your tolerance is even worse than a toddler’s.”
Mio twisted her head abruptly ...
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