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... door and stared at her.
The warmth of the season did not have the courage to look up. After saying a sentence, he lowered his head directly, looked at his slippers, and almost couldn’t hear his breathing. He added a small sentence: "Happy birthday, ink deep." ”
"I don't know people who think that my slippers are called Mo Jingshen." He smiled at the bottom of his eyes, raised his hand and rubbed her hair, and smiled lowly: "Look at my eyes."
The warmth of the season stretche ...
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