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... ooked down at the terminal.
The witch has been sleeping for 14 hours.
There was only an orange lamp in the bedroom, the light side of the sorcerer's side face, and the small curls were plated with a soft stroke.
The sorcerer breathes lightly and symmetrical, sleeping on the edge of the big bed.
When Wei was approaching, the fingers covered with guns rubbed on the soft round face: "Get up first, drink bowls of porridge and sleep again."
The witches dreamed sweet ...
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