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... urgently needed his comfort.

  He stepped forward, because his hands had just touched cold water, and after rubbing them to dispel the chill, he knelt down by the bed and reached out to hug her.

  The mattress beside her sagged, Nan Ge didn't respond, and let his hand come in from outside the quilt, holding her waist.

   "Little boy, it won't be uncomfortable after a night's sleep." He patted her on the back lightly, and talked to her in a breathy voice, as if to lull her t ...

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