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"Hmm?" Anne was a little confused. "You?" Shawn pursed his lips and chuckled. "I don't know, but you said that he grew up with you, and was a few years older than you. I do meet the requirements!" "Then," She did feel something wrong, so she asked, "Who else could it be besides you?" "Well, let me think." Shawn really thought carefully and then pinched her nose. "There are a lot of boys that suit. Who are you looking for? Is it OK to talk about other boys in my face?" Anne's lips twitched, but she still insisted. "Then tell me, when we were little, which one of you carried me the most? Who protected me the most?" "Ha-ha." Shawn scratched his head in embarrassment. "Well, I didn't mean to win your favor. However, according to your words, that person should be me. Those boys can't stand your miss temper more or less. I'm the most honest with no temper. When you were a child, you were spoiled by your father." "... " Before he finished speaking, he found Anne staring at him. "What's wrong?