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... like me."
This sentence was ambiguous, but he spoke with utter seriousness.
Then Jian Yi helped Wen Xuan overwhelmed by the pressure, and finally got up and left. The door creaked slightly and was carefully closed again.
Wen Xuan opened his eyes, released his clenched right hand, and found that a thin layer of sweat had come out. He thought that if he lit a lamp at this time, he might find that his face was red, after all, his cheeks were a little hot at this time.
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