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Xu Yuan looked up, a trace of self-mockery curling the corners of his lips.
He suddenly realized he had become a bit too engrossed in his role.
After all, his initial intent had been to use the so-called Washboard Saintess merely as a tool.
No one is heartless; even seven years with a pet animal can breed affection, let alone with his companion through thick and thin, Tianyan.
With that thought, Xu Yuan irritably tugged at the hair at the back of his head, then smiled wryly.
In his previous life, he had been accustomed to fleeting relationships, to fast-food-style love, to the thrills of one-night stands—accompanying Tianyan in a slowly developing pure romance in this life was not entirely unacceptable.
However,
this was only within the Illusionary Realm...
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Today's meal at Xu Yuan's home was hot pot.
