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... ointment to Mo Xuexue's hands with a candlelight, watching the delicate hands red and swollen. There was still bloodshot, the bottom of those pair of eyes flashed with a deep purple, holding her wrist hand, be careful, as if a little hard will hurt her.
It's extremely unsuitable for Feng Caoran to appear so cautiously, but the inexplicable Mo Xuetong has a warm feeling, and even the injuries on his hands are not so painful. He nodded subconsciously, and Huer shook again. Shaking his head, ...
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