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... already standing at the door of the house in a lavender dress and holding a stack of newspapers in both hands.
Squeezing through the door, she glared at Sun Hao angrily, and Yu Qing held...
"Young Master, get up quickly, it's our turn to patrol."
"Where am I?"
Qin Hu sat up in a daze, feeling his body was cold, and there was still a strong wind blowing outside, and suddenly felt strange.
"Oh, young master, why are you confused? We are in the barracks. It's our ...
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