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... nd, Huo Junhan sat by the bed and gently stroked her lips with his slender fingers.
The girl's lips were as delicate as roses dyed with morning dew. They were also hot, making Huo Junhan feel a strange dryness in his throat.
He knew that the other party was just an 'idiot' with the IQ of an eight-year-old child, but he still lowered his head and asked, "Shen Yaowei, are you sure you want me to help you? Do you know what Huo Zhao will do if I help you?"
Shen Yaowei said no ...
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