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... en's voice came from behind with a smile.
Wen Xien's pale lips were still tightly pressed.
Duan Wensen stopped behind Wen Xien, he was very noble and arrogant, and now the appearance of lifting his thin lips is so evil and noble that his heart trembles.
"Brother Duan." Feng Yansheng also felt that Duan Wensen was not good, and the arm that was supporting Wen Xien's arm unconsciously exerted more force.
"Jon." Duan Wensen's voice seemed to stick to Wen Xien ...
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