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... nder neck with the pure white towel pressed against the pulp of his fingers.
The tennis racket held in the other hand swayed in the air, and with a glance, Zhou Yang touched his nose and took the tennis racket with interest.
Pei Yu changed his hands and wiped the sweat on his forehead. He had just exercised vigorously just now, and the thin sweat wetted his back, outlining his thin and slender back. Under his almost translucent white skin, there was a trace of abnormality. flushing ...
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