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... didn’t go home but sat on the curb at their doorstep.
The street was shrouded in the murky glow of the streetlights, occasionally a cool breeze would stir, carrying a rustling sound.
Zhao Dafa fumbled for his pack of cigarettes and with a snap, lit one up.
Zhao Yun reached out his hand to him.
"What for?"
"Let me have one."
Zhao Dafa was stunned for a moment, then flew into a rage the next second and took off his shoe, "You little rascal, you’re ju ...
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