Master Tuantuan stared at Qin Xin.
This illness might have torn many families apart, leaving them homeless and broken.
Yet, at this moment, he sincerely thanked this unexpected incident, allowing him to escape mundane identities and enjoy a peaceful, quiet time with the little woman.
Her daily questions filled with anticipation—"What's for breakfast?" "What's for lunch?" "What's for dinner?" "Master, what's for a midnight snack?"—were the most heartwarming sounds amidst the earthly scents of life.
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"What's for dinner?"
Huo Tingzun asked Xiao Bailu, sitting on the couch.
Xiao Bailu was at the other end of the couch, with her legs crossed, applying a facial mask. Her hands were busy peeling fruit, and her eyes were glued to the TV screen. "Wow, boys in dramas these days are so handsome. I haven't watched a drama in ages. To think I can binge-watch in Qingcheng now, I'm in love, I'm a fan…"
