desert.

Small town, bar.

With a big belly, Shen Feixue was sitting on the bar, eating a steak.

The wine cabinet on the side suddenly shook.

Seven or eight wine bottles fell and hit her on the head.

Shen Feixue immediately wanted to avoid it.

Helplessly, she is pregnant now, her figure is not flexible, and she is about to be hit by a wine bottle—

A few bronze hands stretched out from the void, lightly catching all the wine bottles

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