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Yecheng quickly ran to the end of the bridge. From a distance, he could see the tall buildings under the Pagoda tree. There was the classical smell of a courtyard house and also the style of a western building.
"Not bad!"
Yecheng praised as she ran. Linyuqing, who was in her arms, had also given up on the soft flesh on Yecheng's waist because she was running too fast