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After chatting for a while, just as Ji Nuan was about to leave his embrace, she heard the man’s indifferent, low voice from above her head: “What’s that?”
Ji Nuan lifted her head to follow Mo Jingshen’s gaze to the wastepaper basket by the sofa. The pink packaging for the pregnancy test was especially small. When she threw it away earlier, she had even taken care to push it inward and out of sight. Despite this, he still noticed it.
“For some time, my appetite wasn’t ...
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