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The teenager was tired and coveted, and the lotus licked his fingertips as if he was comforting him.
He was slow, and his fingertips smashed the petals into the pool.
I saw that the girl in the pool was shaking again. The pale face was a little red, and she immediately looked up at him.
The thin lips of the teenager smirked and smiled, but the red enamel, like a gem, was a little smiley.
When the lotus falls, it is the erosion of power.
Soaking in th ...
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