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Third Young Master Ye was as stunned as the crops in summer.

He was in pain before, but now he had forgotten all of it in the blink of an eye. Those painful and despondent memories went far away from him.

"You are really…"

She was really… creative as she shifted the attention of others.

"Be nice. I have told you that twice, so you are not shortchanged!" Cheng Anya laughed generously and smiled, eyes beaming. She had become much gentler!

Damn lass… He had also said it twice!

Third Young Master Ye turned away in a fit of pique and kicked the pillow in frustration. "Are you treating that pillow as though it's me?" Cheng Anya asked coolly.

"Please, are you as soft as a pillow in my home?"

"In that case, you can hug your pillow to sleep for your whole life!" Miss Cheng looked at Third Young Master Ye's twisted face calmly and felt extremely good to finally have the upper hand!