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Xia’s posture sat casually and elegantly in the chair.
Old red velvet chair.
The beautiful young man was indifferent and delicate, with a heavy magic book on his leg.
His pale lashes, in the morning light, provoked beautiful light and shadow.
When he heard Bai Weiwei, he did not look up and look at her.
The little witch is still wearing a plain hooded robe, densely scattered, and there is nothing to decorate.
His eyes stayed on her beautiful, thick ...
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