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... books, it wasn't written that Yi Chen would stick to his auricle and bewilder him with a semi-dumb voice.
"Help me wear it."
He almost handed his gun in place.
It was painful at first. Yu Yan buried her face in the pillow, wondering if she would break the pillowcase.
Yi Chen heard the groan he couldn't restrain, and was distressed: "It hurts? Then wait ..."
Yu Yan didn't yell, because he was afraid that Yi Chen would stop. This is all he had to do.
So he ...
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