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Chapter 41: Survive the Wingman
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... fingers still tangled in Xin Yi’s hair. The small boy had been attempting to braid it, or at least, what he thought was braiding. It looked more like he was trying to tie knots for a fishing net. In simpler terms, it looked ugly.
Qing Lin stood in the doorway of the guest chamber, his arms crossed, one eyebrow raised in what could only be described as a sort of parental exasperation.
Trust Xiao Long to never keep his hands to himself.
"I was making her pretty!" Xiao Long ...
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