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... very warm.
Jiang Yingzi spread out the quilt and looked at the little husband who was sitting in front of the oil lamp and didn't know what he was writing. It is said that looking at a beautiful woman under the light, this dim light really shows a different charm of him.
"It's so late, don't write, oil lamps are wasting your eyes."
Jiang Yingzi thought of the electric light in the city. The light bulb was bright. Once it was turned on, it was like daytime at night, unlike t ...
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