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... Ni Yang returned the lunch box, got into the car, and went to the city with Mo Qishen.
Mo Qishen, with one hand on the steering wheel and the other secretly slipped around Ni Yang’s waist, rested his chin on her shoulder, and gently sniffed the fragrance of her hair. The usually noisy bird chirps now seemed pleasant to his ears.
Ni Yang did not reject such affection and laughed, “Brother Mo, can you ride the car properly? Can you do it with one hand?”
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