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Chapter 125 - 124: The Night Is Still Long
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... pened his sleepy eyes on the hammock and gazed blankly at the sky.
His head was resting against something soft, and the fresh air mixed with the scent of flowers and grass slowly activated his stiff thoughts.
Turning his head slightly, his face pressed directly against the little deer, whose fuzzy fur made him feel like sneezing.
The little deer, deep in sleep, gradually opened its eyes that were like emerald gems, and locked gazes with Shao Zifeng. The pupils seemed to h ...
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