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... Xian, what's wrong with you, are you feeling unwell?"
Wen Xien pulled out his hand, took a step back, his eyes drooped slightly, his bloodless lips moved reluctantly, and said absently, "It's okay, just sick."
"Where does it hurt?"
The squad leader raised his hand to touch the young man's forehead, but Wen Xien was so frightened that he backed away, his long and thick eyelashes trembling uncomfortably.
When he was the squad leader, he stopped in mid-air awkw ...
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