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... ffy, golden little chick!
"Cheep! Cheep cheep!!"
Dong Mao, like a mother hen protecting her chick, cradled the little chick in his palm.
The man’s rough fingers brushed against its feathers, his face bearing the expression of someone who had been healed by something, and he was pontificating about it.
Xia Ye certainly couldn’t hear what he was saying, but looking at Dong Mao’s profile, she always felt a sort of familiarity...
His lips were slightly protrud ...
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