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His long eyelashes were like butterfly wings. The young man stared at a pair of Amber Cat Pupils and stared blankly at Zhao Yun, who had suddenly kissed him. The latter's long and narrow eyes were half-open. Suddenly, he stretched out his hand and covered Xia Mingyu's eyes.

"Oh. . . " It was a very familiar feeling. Sure enough, it was like this the last time they had a blood contract. .