Shen Qingqiu sat on the bed, the clothes that Luo Binghe had pulled over him draped over his body, and stared at Luo Binghe’s slender and handsome silhouette from behind. He stared at him for a long while, and suddenly, as if he’d been possessed, mumbled, “Husband?” Luo Binghe’s body froze. As if his entire person had been nailed to the spot, he turned around extremely slowly. “Shizun, what did you just call me?” Shen Qingqiu’s tongue tied itself in knots. Eh? He wanted to explain, but there was nothing to explain. “This, this master… Um, I, um, hmm…” As they said, people shouldn’t trigger
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