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Carrying Zhao Xiaoxiao home, Jiang Siming had already told Zhao Xuan during the day that he was taking Xiaoxiao out to play, so Zhao Xuan wasn’t worried.

Seeing Jiang Siming return Xiaoxiao to her small bedroom, Zhao Xuan blushed and clung to him.

“You haven’t visited me in so long. Are you starting to dislike me for getting old and losing my charm?” Zhao Xuan pouted with a flushed face.

“Not at all. Sister Xuan’s beauty is so youthful that people would believe you’re eighteen. The phrase ‘old and faded’ won’t apply to you for at least sixty years.”

After absorbing the detoxifying and beauty-enhancing pill, Zhao Xuan had become even more stunning. Her skin was even more delicate than a young girl’s—no one would believe she was thirty.

“Pfft, sixty years? By then, I’d be ninety! You just love sweet-talking me.”

Although she said that, her expression was radiant with happiness.

Looking at the beautiful woman in his arms, Jiang Siming couldn't hold back anymore.