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... king on the phone would make him feverish.
In the evening, Song Chulang always thought of the picture for no reason, and after a while he took out his mobile phone from his pants pocket to look at it. He wanted to call and ask when she sent it, or if she was joking, but just couldn't pull it off. That face, when it was almost ten o'clock, it was almost impatient that Lu Qingxi sent a photo again. In the photo, she stood in front of the mirror, holding her hand in her left hand, and she wo ...
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