Nodding my head, I regret it a little, why didn't I pretend to be hurt just now to blackmail her.

Following her into the house, I sat down in my chair, thinking about how to make her compensate for the fact that I almost made it to the game today.

Before I could think about it, a knock on the door interrupted my thoughts.

Daoji put down the rice spoon in his hand and walked towards the door.

A middle-aged man of thirty years old stood panting in ......

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