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... iar fragrance.
He looked up.
He thought to himself, so Li Qingrong draws the curtains at noon. Not just for a nap, but because it feels so soft hugging them.
Jiang Nian's hand instinctively rested on the class monitor's waist.
"Qingqing....."
Before he could finish speaking, Li Qingrong pulled away from him. Their faces were very close, and she stared at him for a while before asking.
"Still sighing?"
"Not sighing."
"Okay." Li Qingr ...
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