Li Qing was reluctant to eat it, took her phone and snapped several pictures of the cake before carefully putting it away in the fridge.
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At ten in the evening, Little Pumpkin was utterly exhausted, and after taking a bath, she drank a bowl of millet porridge and fell asleep.
Nan Mufeng drew the partition between the bedroom and the balcony, standing alone on the balcony smoking.
He was waiting, waiting for Jian Xi's call.
The clever little guy not only gave him her current phone number, but also recorded his number into Jian Xi's phone.
Once she finds the surprise in the cake, she will certainly call him.
The evening breeze gently blew, and Nan Mufeng slowly exhaled a few white smoke rings, a faint smile appearing on his face.
Zebra with a donkey... heh, she's got a wild imagination.
No matter if she's a zebra or a donkey, he won't let go again!
