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... wanted to walk into the brocade curtain and lift up the bed-curtain to sit by the bed and show her loyalty to Qiu Yelan. Qiu Yelan was so scared that she allowed without the hint of the boy next to her.


And then, Mrs. Zhou blocked them while Su He took the beddings here. The grandmother together with her granddaughter made a shakedown in front of the south window and the door separately.


What made the two on the bed more in despair was that Mrs. Zhou still couldn’t rest assu ...

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