After finishing a warm bowl of porridge, An Xiaoni felt deeply satisfied. She slumped onto the sofa, resting her hand on her belly and rubbing it gently. Before she knew it, her body began to relax, though she remained incredibly drowsy and exhausted.
"I'm going to take the bowl to the kitchen to wash it," she said.
Without waiting for Quan Ying to respond, An Xiaoni stood up. Clasping her waistband with one hand and holding the bowl with the other, she headed toward the door. Just as her hand reached for the doorknob, a large palm slammed against the door panel, blocking her path.
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