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... open, but since he was lying on his side facing the wall, he couldn’t see to whom the cold hand belonged.
But without a doubt, at this hour, around two or three in the morning, no one would climb into his bed, and the hand felt so icy.
Startled, Guo Jintao quickly withdrew his hand and didn’t dare to reach for the quilt again, just lying on his side, motionless.
There was no sound of breathing from behind him as if there was no one there, but he could distinctly feel a c ...
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