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... cheeks puffed full of sweet potato, mumbling indistinctly in a low voice:
"Monster..."
....
Early morning at the 28th floor of the Qingjian City Divine Management Bureau.
Outside the floor-to-ceiling window, the river fog had yet to disperse, and inside, the air was filled with a mix of coffee and disinfectant.
Fang Qingyu leaned on the sofa, the sleeves of his combat suit rolled up to his forearms, revealing his skin that was smooth and faintly exuded a ...
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