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... have always been flat and unwavering, were full of surprises at this time.

His eyes stared at the person sitting beside him in disbelief for a while.

Lu Yuanbai just said that the two little guys have grown up a lot.

The tone is completely familiar with **** and Mimi.

However, Lu Yuanbai told him in the hospital before that he had no memory of the previous three months.

But since there is no memory of the three months of intimacy between the two, how could Lu ...

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