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... r loved him. Solemnly.
Cheng Qian looked up at a loss, his hands hidden in his sleeves became fists.
"Come." Mu Chun looked at him, and then, probably realizing that he was too serious, he lowered his eyelids slightly, and reconverged himself into a kind-looking weasel, his voice softened a little, "You come."
While talking, Mu Chun raised a hand and placed it on the top of Cheng Qian's head. His palm was a little warm, and with the grass and wood scent of the cuff, he later ...
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