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... delicate back; Feng Xinglang's eyes were swift and his hands were hooked over Xueluo's waist, allowing her to hold him closer; one hand was already fist , Hit the crock jar in the past.
The earthen jar was pushed and opened by Feng Xinglang, but the hot soup inside was spilled on the snow-falling back, so painful she drew in the air, and even tears were almost falling out. It really hurts! Xue Luo really didn't know how he had the courage at that time, using his weak body to block the hot ...
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