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Chapter 174: Little Immortal, You’re Quite Soft
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... breath.
His voice was husky, yet enchanting enough to bewitch one’s mind: "A’li, I wish tomorrow were already the twentieth of April."
Nanli lazily responded and closed her eyes once again.
She had completely passed out from intoxication.
Ye Siheng gazed at her intently for a while before carrying her back to the bed and tucking her in.
Soon after he left, the fragrance of incense quickly dissipated the scent of alcohol.
The mark on Nanli’s forehea ...
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