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The hair in her armpits was a bit long, and if he saw it, who knew how he would tease her!

Qin Shaojin watched her movements, "Alright, I'll take you back."

"..."

Wen Nuan froze, what? Take her back? Was he really that kind-hearted? Had she heard wrong?

Qin Shaojin, "Don't want to go back? Addicted to my bed?"

Addicted? She had only slept in it once, how could she possibly be addicted?

Wen Nuan looked at Qin Shaojin, "Who... who's addicted?"

Qin Shaojin's eyes darkened, "You admitted it yourself, didn't you?"

Wen Nuan emphasized, "Whose 'who'?"

Qin Shaojin's voice grew lower, "Still addicted to sleeping."

Wen Nuan glared at Qin Shaojin's shameless demeanor and gritted her teeth, "I said, 'who's new swallow pecking at the spring mud' who!"

Qin Shaojin "hmm" a sound, "So it's 'who' that's addicted?"

Wen Nuan nodded.

"..."