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"Hey, what should I call you?" Mo Qingcheng's muffled voice reached his ears.
"Well, call me... Mu, please." He lowered his head, seemed to think for a while, then raised his head and said.
"Mu? Don't be too, too affectionate. Am I so familiar with you?" His face turned red again.
"Well, it's settled." Mu Tian said to himself, not caring that the face of the person next to him was so dark that he could drip ink.
Looking at Mu Tian's leisurely and contented face, a trace of treachery flashed in Mo Qingcheng's eyes.
"Little Twilight~~" he said in a sweet voice.
"Oh, it doesn't matter if you call me that. What should I call you? Mo'er."