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... > A deeply familiar voice rang out from behind her.
In this hazy, mysterious night, it was like the melodious notes of a cello.
Yan Xinxin was startled and was about to turn around when Mo Chuxi’s arms wrapped around her.
The tantalizing scent of him instantly lingered in her breath.
"Why are you here? Weren’t you putting Chun to sleep?"
"Our little darling is already asleep. And, when will Mrs. Mo finally get used to the layout of this house? Hmm?"
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