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The cold air comes over.

Xi Muchen's lips seemed to have turned white, but he still held it tightly.

Chung Tian, who was still conscious, was stunned for a moment. She was extremely ashamed and resentful.

Her pale face revealed an unusual blush.

He, how could he use this kind of method to warm himself?

Chung Tian gritted her teeth and wanted to push him away