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Yan Shan said with a strong smile. "How big are people, you are still a long brother, are you afraid of pain? Wait until the blood stops."

It’s incredibly reluctant today, holding a good neck and not letting go, the quilt slipping from the body, most of the back is bare, cold and shivering, but like a cat, still choked, "Brother, you want me." The vagueness is crying.

Yan Shan’s eye socket was hot, and he almost fell into tears.

Holding a chess piece, he stroked his ...

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