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"Ganggun? Don't make trouble. Get up and drink the soup. It won't taste good when it's cold."

Yuan Gungun, who usually loves eating, was indifferent when he heard the soup...

It’s really not normal...

"Gungun?"

Seeing that she didn't respond to him, He Xiao put the soup back and covered it, and then pulled the quilt with his hands.

The first time I pulled it, I pulled it casually without using any force.

This time, He Xiao started to exert force. Of course, Yuan Gungun inside could not pull He Xiao away, and the quilt with his head buried in it was torn open.

…

The quilt was pulled open, and He Xiao looked at Yuan Gungun whose face was revealed...

With his eyes closed, his body curled up into a ball, half of his face buried in the pillow.

His face was extremely red, and even his earlobes were red, as if he could drip blood. He pursed his cherry-like mouth and did not open his eyes, as if he was asleep, I was asleep, I was sleeping soundly.

"Ganggun? Aren't you awake?"

He Xiao looked at Yuan Gungun pretending to be asleep with his eyes closed, but his long eyelashes were from cattail leaves, so he looked like he was not asleep.

She is pretending to sleep...

He didn't understand it just now, but the moment he lifted the quilt, He Xiao finally understood...

It's really rare to see Yuan Gungun's face that is so red that it's about to burst into flames...
Chapter completed!