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... self like a shackle and slid out against the wall. But when he passed side by side, he was buckled by his wrist.
"The key is handed over." Jiang looked at her without looking at her, and her tone was cold.
The palm of her wrist that grips her wrist is flexible and powerful. As if she is looking up at his chilly side, she still wants to hang and test.
"You hurt me." Her voice was soft and soft. As if he was looking at him for a moment, he tried to see a trace of hidden disapp ...
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