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... is eyes.
Zhang Mingqiao smashed his forehead and sat up.
The cold life slept on the other side of the bed, and it shrank into a ball.
Zhang Mingqiao did not call him, got up, sorted out the clothes and opened the door.
Sure enough, it was already bright outside.
The figure of the green dress sat quietly under the flower tree, and she placed a pot of tea in front of her.
Zhang Mingqiao looked at this figure slowly, slowly and slowly with the figures in hi ...
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