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"I'm back, anybody home?"
Wang Hao opened the door to his room, set down his luggage, and rubbed his sore arms.
The living room was very clean; obviously, his cousin had come back for the weekend and tidied up.
A girl in pink slippers bounded down the stairs: "Here I am, did you miss me?"
Wang Hao almost cried with emotion upon seeing the vibrant and lovely human soul.
After spending a half month with a bunch of old men where even a sow would seem like Diaochan, Han Xiaoyue, already quite pretty, inexplicably triggered in him a mysterious appetite, secreting saliva, mouth watering.
This girl would surely taste even better than the fish from Heavenly Pool!
At the thought, Wang Hao got such a fright he promptly pulled himself together and cast aside his wild thoughts: "How's school life, still getting used to it?"
