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Leng Jueye lazily leaned against the bed like a leopard, his long and narrow eyes squinting. The unique fragrance that was unique to Wen Xin faintly floated into his nose, and the corner of his mouth hooked up in satisfaction.

Wen Xin did not dare make a sound, she quietly touched the bed and pulled away the blanket, then sat down like a kitten. At the same time

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