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Unparalleled Favor

She is everyone's apple of their eye, she is the Little Princess of the circle, she is the young lady who has the city beneath her feet, she is the treasure whom he loves to the bone. Reborn into a top family, only a month old and raised by a boy with the looks of an angel and the heart of a devil? Fine, considering you've given me wealth, honor, and the utmost affection, I might as well agree. What? The only demand for me is four words, to be lawless and unbridled? * As aloof as he is Your favorite? Without hesitation, "Baby." Aside from people? Without thinking, "Taking care of Baby." Any objects? Instantly, "What Baby likes." * As adorable as he is The little one has a delicate appearance and an innocent temperament, carefully flipping through a dictionary-thick book on anatomy. "Reborn?" "Reborn?" "Transmigrated?" "Hmm?" "Never mind. Want some milk?" "Mommy, I'm already grown up." Well, indeed, no longer a one- or two-year-old child. Already three years old. * [One-on-one mutual nurturing, both strong and pure. The main plot is overly sweet and doting, with no melodrama or complications. A quality new work assurance, seeking collection and support.] PS: This novel is a modern fantasy, purely a work of fiction. Please do not compare it to real life! Also, subjective and misleading comments or malicious messages are refused. To maintain a good mood for writing, they will be directly deleted and blocked.

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Chapter 33: The Birthday Gift for Meng Shichen

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The comfortable days didn't last long before Meng Shichen started school. Qin Yiyi returned to her daily life of continuous studying, the only change being that another Qin Jue had joined Meng Shichen in going to school, and a Qin Shuang was always by her side.

That day, Qin Yiyi was practicing her improved version of the Flying Needle in her room, which was actually just an embroidery needle bought randomly from the street by Qin Shuang.

With a flick of her wrist, a needle pierced a doll sitting on a cabinet at the foot of the bed. "Still not quite accurate enough," she stopped her movements and picked up another needle, staring at it blankly.

Seeing that Qin Yiyi hadn't moved for quite some time, Qin Shuang softly called out, "Miss."

Sharp eyes instantly shot over, making Qin Shuang wonder if the miss had really been daydreaming at all; otherwise, how could there be no sign of her being startled?