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... ay.

Lin Siyin had just woken up when she realized, her warm little cat baby was missing from her side.

She got up and saw that her own fat orange cat was somehow, lying on the floor pillow, sound asleep.

Lin Siyin blinked her eyes and carefully got out of bed, stretching out her warm jade hands to repeatedly knead the big cat face.

After tormenting it for a while, she finally left satisfied.

However, what she didn't know was that the fat cat she had "tortu ...

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