Futuristic Chef Transmigrated As Mother

What's more, in the next few nights, this scene often appeared in her dreams, which she could not forget for a long time.

In the bright and spacious room, I don't know when it was covered with bright red gauze, swaying gently with the wind. If I didn't know it, I thought I had entered some ghost movie shooting location by mistake.

Xiaoguo waved off the red gauze covering her face, tried her best to pretend to be calm, and walked in with her legs raised. The child is still young and needs verbal education and cannot use force.

Small fruit glance

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