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... after pushing him away.
The man held her into his arms with a low voice. "I'm so sorry."
Nanhuang smiled slightly: "Regret to hold this competition?"
The man was silent.
Nanhuang raised her head, stretched out her hand, touched his head tenderly, and coaxed softly: "Feng'er, don't be angry anymore. Huh?"
Holding her arms soft and fragrant like jade, Fifth Master Rong could only feel his heart beating heavily, he hugged her tightly again, and murmured ...
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