"Hey, bad guy, I'm having a nightmare."
Qiao Siya pursed her lips and reached out to poke An Musen in the face.
"Be good, dreams are the opposite."
With sleepy eyes, he pulled her into his arms and kissed her chin in a daze.
"So I don't like you."
She poked his chest and smiled as cunningly as a little fox. .
"If you don't like me, who do you like?"
An Musen's face immediately turned dark, and his narrow eyes narrowed slightly, as if he could kill that person immediately if she dared to name a name.
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