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begged the divine doctor to take him to the stove under the village again, sweated, bathed on the left and right sides of the shoji paper and wooden screen outside, and did everything possible to prevent the divine doctor from taking the opportunity to peek, the simple pleasure made him crazy, and the crisp laughter made him no longer mind anything. (Full text e-book free download)

Except the same.

The Divine Doctor always seemed to be able to guess his thoughts, no matter how hard he tried to be tricky and weird. By the time he thought about it, it was always ready to be there. For example, it's just a hot steamed bun just out of the pot with red bean curd.

He once guessed boxing with Zhi on a rainy day, played in the rain on a rainy day, and went to the kitchen to steal steamed buns and smeared red bean curd on a rainy day...... He thought that no one would know about these things again, and that no one would be able to accompany him to recreate them all. Did the doctor start following him at that time, or was he the only one who knew what was going on in his own mind?

I suddenly remembered that every time the miracle doctor did something that made me thunder, wasn't it exactly what I hated the most, didn't want it to happen, and didn't want to see it the most?

How much more pain do you bear than I suffer?

For what?

These were just momentary sentimentalities, and he didn't think much about it, because he was indulging in the peace and happiness that the divine doctor had created for him. Full text without ads

Che, the last thing I want to see right now is your deception. All well, don't lie to me.

Don't abuse my trust.

"Willing to come back?"

When Canghai jumped up and wore brand-new clothes, exuded the fragrance of bathing, and happily hummed a small tune and jumped sideways into Shi Xuan's room, a person who was Guan Wanfu was imposing, Yingluo stood in front of the door and asked with a cheeky face.

The words also came out horizontally.

Canghai paused at one foot outside the threshold, and walked in innocently with an eyebrow. "Huh, you're waiting for me, is there something wrong?"

Bypassing him to walk, he was stopped by Yingluo's arm that stretched out just to reach the umbilicus when he was sitting, and a rattan ball bounced back.

"What are you doing?" Canghai shook his wet hair back, crossed his thin waist, frowned and said, "Dare not let me in?" Raising his eyes, he suddenly saw that the broken grass basket was suddenly really hot, and before he could make a sound, Yingluo, who suddenly stood up, pinched the back of his neck and pressed him to the bed in the bedroom.

“...... Ahh Canghai stared at them so hard that his two round brown eyes were together.

Yingluo felt that the people under his subordinates immediately stiffened and became honest, so he snorted coldly: "Do you think I have anything to do with you?"

Canghai removed his eyes, quietly placed his limbs comfortably, relaxed his front body on the couch, frowned and gently moved Yingluo's right knee against the lower back, and relaxed his eyebrows. He stretched his waist slightly, and said in a low voice, "You didn't tell anyone, did you?"

"Not yet. Yingluo replied coldly.

"Hmm. It's a secret letter, did I tell you?

"Not yet. ”

Canghai nodded, but looked like a coquettish cat rubbing his cheek against the sheets.

Yingluo said: "But if I guessed correctly, you wrote to me to bring it from Teacher Bai, and you said that the books are all paintings, it should be the 'Bone Shrinking Technique' mental method, right?"

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