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... o early?" An Yiqing rubbed her eyes drowsily, speaking softly.
In Gu Yelin’s eyes, the icy coldness transformed into deep tenderness; An Yiqing had no idea how enchanting her dazed look was.
"It’s not early, it’s already seven o’clock." He held the little figure in his arms tighter, as if afraid she might disappear if he wasn’t careful.
An Yiqing didn’t notice Gu Yelin’s unusual behavior and leaned lazily against him, yawning and rubbing her little head.
"Why did ...
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