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Ye Ling tried hard to think this way, desperately so, but in the end, he still cried.
Cried as if life itself was leaving him.
Because a few delicate fingers were currently twisting Ye Ling’s waist, and a bright red palm print was on Ye Ling’s face.
He had been slapped.
"Sis, I really was dreaming!" Ye Ling said with a mournful face.
Of course, she didn’t cover up, but Ye Ling no longer had the curiosity to care!
His cheeks burned with pain, ...
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