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... ck suit. Even his inner shirt was black. But he was different from that person.
He liked to button every button of his shirt, strict and abstinent. Jiang
Yanshen, on the other hand, twisted the first button open and unbuttoned it. His collarbone was faintly discernible, and when his black eyes glanced at her, they were half-smiling, giving off a devilish aura.
When he walked over, Fang Wu followed behind him obediently and held an umbrella for him.
Han Liubai’s ey ...
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