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... him.

"Oh my! That’s so big! Are you a half Westerner? I assume you are since your eyes are bluish-gray."

"Yes, I am. It’s on my mother’s side."

"Woah. No wonder you’re so handsome. The gene combination is really great, huh? I’m sure my grandchild will turn out the same. I look forward to it," she replied, smiling and patting his back. "And don’t believe Ye-Ji’ya. She doesn’t know what big and small are when it comes to that. How would she know when she has nothing to com ...

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