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... ft, I thought about his breakfast.
At six in the morning, Chen Ying got up, pushed open the window, and stretched lazily facing the mountain breeze.
Now he was alone on the mountain, with heavy tasks and tight schedules, even breakfast was hastily dealt with a few bites.
Meng Yan's bamboo needed to be fresh, and the fruit had to be chopped into small pieces.
But Meng Yan was also the easiest cub to care for, requiring little attention as long as food and drink wer ...
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