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... who was rolling and laughing in the snow just now, gently tugged at the corner of her clothes, and asked carefully.
The hairball on the sofa was motionless.
Yu Huaizhi's throat was so choked that he couldn't speak, the hostility under the warm appearance was rising, revealing a far-fetched smile, explaining softly.
No matter how Yu Huaizhi coaxes or pokes her, Mao Tuanzi is autistic and refuses to look up.
Yu Huaizhi's face was getting paler and paler, but h ...
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