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The two of them spoke up at the same time. Fu Zhou kept silent, pursed his lips and forced the question back. Cheng Xirong said he wanted to hug him for a while, so he leaned forward with one leg bent up and one knee on the side of the bed, next to Cheng Xirong's leg. His arm slid up as he pressed Cheng Xirong's back, pressing the thin and frail body against his chest