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Qin Yinian leaned against the side of the wall. He was tall, the light and shadow s were exceptionally tall.

The profile of her face was as handsome and hard as a knife. She had a high nose, a sharp jaw, and every part of her body exuded the masculinity of an iron-blooded man. She was hard to look away from.

Chen Jianing looked at him greedily.

For the past six years