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The feeling was like being in the climax of a play when suddenly the director yells cut, leaving Qiao Chutian extremely frustrated.
"Hey, Mai Xiaomai!"
He reached out to pull the blanket off her.
But she had wrapped herself tightly in it, and no matter how hard he pulled, it wouldn't budge, so he gave her rear a slap.
Startled by the slap as if shocked by an electric current, Mai Xiaomai rolled to the other side of the bed and poked her head out, voicing her discontent, "Qiao Chutian, can you not paw at me, okay?"
"You're sleeping in my bed, under my blanket!"
"I'll give it back to you, then. Honestly, beneath that tall, handsome exterior, who would have thought you had such a petty little heart."
After saying that, Mai Xiaomai threw the blanket she'd been wrapped in at him and then rolled off, landing neatly on the floor mattress that was hers. The movement was so fluid it left Qiao Chutian gaping in disbelief.
This damn woman...
