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... d, the temperature on her wrist had already left. She looked down at her hand and then looked up at the boy who was indifferent to her eyes. Seeing Qin Siting’s face was a little colder than it was just now. Many, and then saw her stupid expression, Qingjun's brow slightly moved, and then looked at her wrist, the place that was just held by him.
"Is the hand stiff?" He looked at her as she kept her hand in the middle of the air, asking coldly.
When I read the song, I put my hand do ...
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