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... oor.
The cold breeze from the air conditioner was pervasive, and the atmosphere was tense.
The room, with its cool color scheme, was filled with the presence of a certain someone everywhere.
On the soft, large bed, Ye Jiuliang was as restless as if sitting on a bed of needles.
Especially since that person’s warm, large hand was clasping her wrist without letting go.
She spoke helplessly, "Mr. Li, can you let go of me first?"
"No," he answered serio ...
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