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"Yeah, I'm pretty happy."
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After answering, just as Chen Yuan was about to get up, Shen Xiaoran suddenly grabbed his arm and flashed a childlike triumphant smile that said, "You lost": "Hey, it's so weird. How could I possibly know about the goddess's birthday?"
... Damn it!
I let my guard down, damn I let my guard down.
"I know that the gods in dreams are real," Shen Xiaoran gazed at this god, her plea fervent, "just one more time, please."
...
"Please" is the word Chen Yuan least wanted to hear.
For once he heard it, he would inevitably soften.
Even if Zhou Yu said to him, "Please, Daddy, let me have a bite," Chen Yuan would be generous and give up his last piece of bread to him.
"Please, will you?"
Seeing that her sincerity had already shaken him, Shen Xiaoran batted her big eyes, looking pitifully at Chen Yuan, exploiting her weakness to overcome his strength.
"Don't make me look so pitiful."
