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... woke up, looking at Leng Yan’s forehead which was bruised, and felt an indescribable sensation in her heart.
Last night, she "attacked" him again.
"Awake?" Wen Nuan changed her clothes, took a bottle of medicinal oil, and gently applied it to his forehead. When she saw his eyes open, she sighed slightly in her voice, "I didn’t mean to."
"I don’t blame you." Leng Yan grabbed her hand, kissed it near his lips, his eyes holding a hint of redness: "Nuannuan, except for that ...
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