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... xue had not yet woken up, half-asleep and half-awake, when she heard a commotion outside. Helpless and too sleepy, she just couldn’t open her eyes.

“Wife, wife, get up quickly!” Big Bull, who had already been up, rushed into Xuexue’s room, flung off her blanket, and shook her vigorously.

“Big Bull, what’s wrong?” Roused by the shaking, Xuexue finally opened her eyes, yawning her head off as she asked. Because she had spent the previous night dealing with the pork and gone to bed ...

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