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"Honey, I want to..."
Qiao Chutian's tone was slightly suggestive, his warm breath brushing against her ear, making her feel ticklish and tingly.
But—
Her current physical condition didn't allow it. She hurriedly pushed him away, saying, "Get away, my wound hasn't healed yet. We're still in the hospital. Whatever you want, wait until we get home."
Qiao Chutian pulled a face, left her, and got up to prepare formula milk, feeding Erbao, who refused to sleep because he wasn't full, opening his mouth like a hungry little bird.
After drinking the formula, Erbao finally fell asleep contentedly.
Mai Xiaomai lay on the bed, looking at her husband and three babies in front of her.
The feeling of happiness once again overflowed in her heart.
No matter how many ups and downs she had experienced before, she felt her life was complete.
The only thing left was to hope that the three babies would grow up healthy.
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