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Luo Zhanmo felt a warm sensation around him, so he approached and hugged her tightly.

His head was close at hand, his breath hitting her in the face.

Extending her small hand, she gently caressed his face.

How young he was at this time, and he was still a big child. He was not black at all, and when he smiled, his lips were red, and his teeth were white