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... the action, he had refrained. He recalled her telling him this, and, yet, he remembered how well she got along with Qi Chengzhi, who always had a cigarette in hand.
Resisting the urge to punch the door, Jian Yi battled the desire to take a few long pulls from a stick.
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Her cheeks were flushed with excitement and nervousness. Looking upwards, her eyes met Qi Chengzi’s, who had carried her into a stall. She could not breathe, his arms tight around her. She could not bel ...
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