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Therefore, it looked the same as when I hurriedly entered last night, half covered by the curtain, the thin morning light came in, and the light yellow wall covering seemed to be covered with a layer of blue fog.

Cheng Jiqing squinted her eyes because of the light, subconsciously turned her head to avoid the movement, and the person in her arms let out a dissatisfied moan, she paused for a while, and lowered her head slightly.

Bai Xin's cheeks were tightly pressed against ...

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