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This was clearly a long night.
Qiaoqiao had spent the day harvesting rice and direct sowing, bustling about… So he slept especially soundly through the night.
At this moment, the faint moonlight spilled in front of the window, and as he slept on the emerald green mat that was like jade, he felt his whole body cool but not cold.
In this summer night, there was no need for air conditioning; he was comfortably covered with a small blanket.
A gentle breeze came through the window, and occasionally in the quiet valley one could hear the call of an unidentifiable bird, while the tall walls blocked all troubles from the mountains beyond…
He lay there, his belly rising and falling slightly, just as sweet and soundly asleep as Datian in the cardboard box at the foot of the bed, who had grown increasingly plump and soft.
But at that moment, a shadow suddenly appeared in the moonlight on the windowsill!
