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... is rosy body was covered with bruises. He was leaning on his slender white neck, his blood-red lips were slightly stretched, and his foggy eyes were half-squinted, but he couldn't find the focus because of unconsciousness.

Edson seemed to be aware of it. The next time he quickly turned over the young man's body and pressed his shoulder with one hand. Sure enough, he saw a clear bite on the clean neck.

It was bitten by him, and there was still the consciousness of last night in his ...

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