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... Wanyi’s lower abdomen. That hand, which had pulled the trigger and smashed through walls countless times, was now stiff like a rock.
His breathing was soft, as if he was afraid to disturb that sacred space.
After a long while, he found his voice again, hoarse and frail.
"I..."
"Brother! How long are you planning to stand there like a stone gazing at your wife?"
Gu Lan’s loud and exaggerated voice shattered the warm atmosphere in the room. She brought over ...
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