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... nd watched the water get cold.
When the work was all done, he had no excuse to escape it.
This thought made Song Bai's breathing a little stagnant.
Song Bai looked at his right hand. The tiger's mouth on his right hand was still wrapped in gauze, and a little dark red seeped out. In the afternoon, Sardin complained when he changed his dressing.
This hand, in a place where Sardin could not see, continued to hold the pen for three days, and the force was a little relaxe ...
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