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... hot water bottle. Leaning against the wall, she looked at the yawning feather ball on the bedside table.
“Should I embroider another Mengmeng?” After thinking about it, Mu Wanwan decided against it. She had already embroidered several feather balls. Instead, she would embroider a pair of mandarin ducks, which should sell better.
“Chirp~”
It was getting late. Mengmeng made a faint chirping sound and lay beside the heating stone Mu Wanwan had placed especially by its little blan ...
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