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"I saw him enter the room. Then came out again. He held a piece of sandpaper in his hand. This was how he polished the exposed wood with his bare hands. It was summer. He was wearing very little to begin with. He was sitting on the swing. Using his body to rub left and right. Make sure the thorn doesn't stick to his precious daughter. "

As if it wasn't warm enough. Fu Xiaoqian hugged Liao Zhenbo