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... fell down without any cover, his head resting on his chest, breathing light and even, so he was so sleepy.
Suddenly, the eyelids seemed to roll over the magma. Jiang Fuqin took a deep breath and carefully moved his arm. He wanted to put him on the bed, but suddenly stopped.
unwilling.
The touch of the arms is warm and real, and the desire to be suppressed by reason has renewed.
The people in the arms rarely remove all the precautions and majesty, so they become more ...
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