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... As soon as he pushed open the door to the suite, he saw Si Mingjing curled up on the living room couch, her hands cradling her lower abdomen and her brows tightly furrowed, looking as if she were ill.
Mo Yinhe strode over and placed his hand on her forehead. She didn’t have a fever.
He asked softly, "What’s wrong? Does your stomach hurt?"
"It’s nothing."
Si Mingjing turned over, facing the back of the couch.
Not long after Ye Siyuan left, she felt a dull ...
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