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... n beneath him and strode towards the bathroom.
If Nan Wan knew what awaited her, she certainly wouldn’t have such an immature thought; she’d rather fall sick, truly.
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An hour later.
Mu Jin Huan leaned against the headboard, holding a hairdryer as he dried the woman’s damp long hair, his face exhibiting a lazy satisfaction.
Looking at the back of her head, his thin lips curved into a smile.
When her hair was almost dry, he turned off the hairdry ...
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