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... nd looked down at him: "On June 13th, was it you?"
He Huan was overwhelmed by his message, and subconsciously wanted to take a step back, but he couldn't stand firmly.
Without support, he fell directly into the sofa.
The soft cushion bounced He Huan up, and He Huan raised his neck, breathing hard.
His hair was disheveled, sticking to his sweaty forehead, and the exposed side earlobe was as bright as a pomegranate.
Fitz leaned over, his tall figure cast a shadow ...
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