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Huh.
Xu Jingxi watched her, "Who fell asleep while listening to scripture in the Roman Cathedral, and even dreamt of calling out 'Mister' with a smile?"
Leh Ying froze, looking at the Chief Bodyguard as if she didn't understand.
In Rin's words—So fuck you, Schreyer.
The yacht moved slowly, at the luxurious black stone long dining table, a young man and woman, not completely reconciled, sat facing each other.
They were both wearing white bathrobes, having just woken up.
Eventually, Xu Jingxi stopped eating, leaned back in his chair, and leisurely tied the sash of his bathrobe around his waist.
He questioned, "Come on, tell me, was it just because you were too idle that you got up every morning to help me get dressed?"
Their eyes met, the little girl's eyes flickered, and she looked away.
"It was you who pulled me up to dress you. I just got used to it after a while," she lowered her head, "If I don't, you would stay and bully me."
