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After a warm bowl of noodles hit his stomach, Zhan Qipei felt himself relax.
He had taken on the task of washing the dishes, and Qiao Jing had returned to her own room.
As usual, Zhan Qipei prepared a cup of hot milk and brought it into Qiao Jing’s bedroom, placing it on the table.
“Drink some hot milk before sleep. If you catch a cold, make sure to tell me. I’m just next door, and you can come find me,” he said.
Qiao Jing hummed softly and turned a page o ...
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