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... and saw his brother weaving a bamboo basket in the courtyard under the moonlight. His sister was looking ahead while rubbing the hemp rope skillfully.

“Sister, open your mouth.”

Xiao Li smiled and opened her mouth obediently.

Xiao Lin opened his handkerchief and put a mint into Xiao Li’s mouth. Then, he quickly sealed his sister’s mouth with his hand.

He smiled and asked, “Is it sweet? You’re not allowed to spit it out, or I’ll ignore you.”

Xiao Li felt th ...

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