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ng had a strange dream last night. he saw a bird he had never seen before in his dream. I couldn't see the bird clearly, maybe because it was a little far away, or maybe my dream was still a reality. this bird has a distinctive appearance, but what is certain is that this bird appears to have a human-like torso and a very long face.
Although he seems a little cautious, Li Jiahong has an indescribable sense of trust in him and always feels that he will never hurt him.
Just as he was about to stretch out his arms and embrace the nameless bird, he suddenly woke up.
“Is it already morning?” Li Jiahong got up from his wife’s bedside. the sunlight that hit my eyes stung a little. As I rubbed my eyes, the image of my wife sitting leaning against the head of the bed gradually became clearer.
\"You know, it's very fortable to sleep like that. Really... you can push me together.\" Seeing her husband rubbing his lower back with a pained expression on his face, chiyatani couldn't help but smile. Floated. Looks angry.
Li Jiahong stood up, stretched his muscles, and said with a smile: \"It's not because I didn't shower last night. It's because I was worried that my dirty smell would taint you too.\"
“we are an old couple. when did I stop loving you?” Jiang Gu looked up slightly.
Li Jiahong couldn’t help but laugh. Seeing Jiang Gu's girlish appearance at that time, he couldn't help but think back to when he and his wife were young and dating.
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