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... the smell of Huang Xize's body.
The mountain **** lay quietly and obediently on the table until he felt the moisture in the crest of his neck.
Ye Ying's voice was very soft, filled with boundless pain: "If you had been earlier...would Huang Yu have survived?"
The mountain **** paused, and finally raised the hand hanging by his side.
His long and slender hands gently caressed the back of Ye Ying's neck, as if he was smoothing the fur of a cat, and his tone was as calm ...
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