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... ith a blanket, but she could still feel the uncontrollable trembling slightly.

Although she had closed her eyes, it was not comfortable to sleep in such an environment.

Before going to bed, she drank a bottle of fruit wine and barely fell asleep.

Until the sound of the reclining chair being dragged on the ground sounded very slightly.

Xia Wan was easily awakened and opened her eyes in a daze. In the dim light, Song Zhili moved the reclining chair he was sitting on to ...

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