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... on the window stick.
He got her.
Fan Xian lowered his head, his warm lips pressed against Wen Xien's forehead.
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A beautiful and delicate person is sleeping on the bed.
He was groggy, dripping with cold sweat, and seemed to be in an endless nightmare.
The man's savage face and scarlet eyes, dominated by desire, were brutally re-engraved into the dreamland one by one.
Wen Xien woke up suddenly, his fingertips pinched into his pal ...
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