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... “How about I check up on her again in the dead of night?”

Lin Qiye made up his mind.

In the evening, the breeze entered the house.

Lin Qiye used Lightning Warp to arrive at Zhu Yuheng’s room.

Zhu Yuheng was studying when shenoticed the strange sound.

She almost screamed, but Lin Qiye hurriedly covered Zhu Yuheng’s mouth.

Zhu Yuheng widened her eyes and grabbed Lin Qiye’s wrists with both hands. She was so nervous that her heart was beating wildly. ...

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