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... letely forgot about Nan Wan’s existence, joy plainly written on his dog face.
The dog I raised since childhood, in less than a day, became closer to someone else, not even giving me a glance.
This feeling is like being cuckolded.
Bittersweet and complicated.
Standing up, picking up the clothes at the foot of the bed, muttering gloomily, "Aren’t you just asking the obvious?"
Mu Jin Huan tossed the ball he was holding into the master bedroom, Barton instinct ...
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