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... a tickling sensation on his neck.
Unable to resist, he reached out and grabbed the fluffy tail brushing against his neck and chin.
“Little fox, what are you doing?”
Thankfully, Tushan Yingyu was a soul body, so even though she was lying on his chest, Wang Haoran didn’t feel any weight.
“What am I doing? You dare to ask!”
Tushan Yingyu complained, glaring at the sight of Xiaoxing, who was... enthusiastically busy at something, before curling up and burying ...
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