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“This is this month’s harvest.” A hint of satisfaction arose in Xue Jing’s heart.,Xue Jing wiped the sweat from his forehead with a towel. He wasn't sure if it was an illusion or because the towel had been held in that junior sister's arms for too long, but it seemed to have a faint scent.,Let me know if you'd like me to translate anything else!。