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... e other hand, Yuan Xiao’s face was as red as a cooked prawn.

When they returned to the dormitory, the lights were dim. Yuan Xiao and Wang Xin’s movements were very light. Although they did not have a good impression of their two roommates, it did not mean that they would rudely disturb others’ rest.

In the dark air, the sound of the bed curtain being pulled open could be heard.

Xu Wan turned on the small light beside the bed and looked at the door. “Yuan Xiao, Wang Xin, y ...

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