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The two returned to the village.

The house Mo Wuming built for himself was still very large, so there was no problem living for two people, but there were a few beds.

"How old are you this year?"

"It's eighteen." The girl didn't care much about her age.

He is adult. Mo Wuming was influenced by his dreams and always felt that only eighteen was considered adult. In fact, here, sixteen was considered adult.

Mo Wuming looked at the room where he had only one bed and said, "Why don't you live here first tonight!"

The girl smiled and said, "You don't have any good intentions!"

Mo Wuming's face turned slightly red. His mind had just gotten into the water, his feet were off the ground, and his erotic thoughts occupied the high ground.

He actually said this.

The girl shook her head helplessly and took out a wooden stick from her waist.

Waving wooden sticks with both hands.
Chapter completed!