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Yu Chengyuan's still wet hair was stubbornly dripping with water. When Han Baole saw it, he quickly put a towel on it and wiped it with gentleness between his fingers. "Dry your hair before going to bed!" After drying him, he laid him down, tucked him in, and brought a glass of warm water to the bedside. "Which book do you want to listen to?" Han Baole's busy little figure finally stopped, leaning on the bedside, with a few books spread out in his hands, and looking seriously at the person who had only his head exposed. . . . . . . Seeing that he didn't speak, Han Baole frowned: Xu Xuan really likes these books! Yu Chengyuan looked at her confused and confused appearance and lifted the tight quilt, "I'm not your son!" Yuan Shi was depressed: I thought she finally realized that she liked him, but who knew that she actually loved him as her son! The road to teaching your wife is long and difficult!