C192 Lusts

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"Does it hurt?"

One day, Wang Wangwang poked a wound on Zhang Fancheng's face.

He didn't answer, just lifted his hand and looked through his fingers at the sunlight leaking through the opening.

It had been a long time since they'd played on the grass, and that had been given to the older children, but the violence hadn't stopped. No matter where Zhang Fancheng hid