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... urned on the faucet, scooped up some cold water, and splashed it onto his face.
After several splashes, soaking his clothes in the process, Jun Moyan slowly calmed down, but his body still felt intensely hot.
He leaned on the edge of the sink with both hands, water droplets continuously dripping from his face...
Jun Moyan gasped for air, filled with annoyance.
Had he gone mad, how could his body react to Xiaoguai, how could he think of those things, that was Xiaog ...
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