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... night, Ji He finally emerged from a round of gaming, feeling joyful, he tossed his phone aside and went to take a shower.
When he picked up his phone again after drying his hair, it seemed like his hair was about to explode from how obligingly it was clinging to his scalp.
The person who never takes the initiative to contact him, God Ji Ji Yanchen, actually sent him a WeChat message today—could it be that tomorrow morning the sun will rise from the west?
Ji He wiped his w ...
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