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Fu Zhenxin threw her clothes on the bed and turned around to look at Huang Xing.

bath room Li's hot air was still dancing in the air like a cloud mountain mist. It was as if he was in a strange realm of immortals. In this hazy field of vision, Fu Zhenxin was like an angel. As she approached Huang Xing, her face became clearer and clearer.

Fu Zhenxin's face was a little red