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... a fierce symphony, sometimes high-pitched, sometimes progressive, and sometimes so slow that people almost suffocate.
The white silk bathrobe was soaked by the water from the hair and turned into a hazy yarn.
"Sister, you haven't dried my hair for a long time."
Jing You approached slowly step by step, there seemed to be resentment on his face, but there was a flow of love in his eyes;
Jiang Shengyan seemed to be pressing the pause button, staring blankly at t ...
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