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... into a ball, there were as many as eight of them, Mu Ying couldn’t embrace them all at once, and she was afraid of hurting them.
After some thought, she found a bamboo basket on the cow cart, and then pulled out several handfuls of dry grass from Old Yellow Bull’s reserves, padding the bottom of the basket until it was nice and soft.
Old Yellow Bull: ..., my status is threatened!
Gungun: Hmph! A fickle-hearted radish!
Mu Ying’s cautious demeanor slightly reassure ...
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