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... tle hand, slowly moving it onto Beitang Yao’s chest, her dull and bewildered gaze resting there for a long time before she finally raised her eyes to look at Beitang Yao, hoarsely asking, "Young Master, may I listen to your heart?"
Her nose tingled with acidity, her eyes slightly red, as wisps of light mist swirled in her eyes. With just a blink, the mist would turn into a spring and flow gently.
He stared at her with a grave face, and such cheesy words made him break out in goos ...
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