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... ation
Fu Pei was back after ten minutes. In his hurry, his dark hair was ruffled by the wind, beads of sweat dripped down his forehead and wetted his sideburns.
His sweaty shoulder blades wetted his shirt, and his chest was rapidly rising and falling.
The bag he held with his fine-shaped fingers was thrown at Fu Ting. Though he struggled to catch his breath, his low-pitched and clear voice sounded a bit fierce. “Take it,” he simply said.
The bag was filled with me ...
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