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... e school.” It would be Monday the next day, and he didn’t want to be late again.


There are cheap guesthouses and motels near the school, but of course, the conditions are not as good as Jingshan.


Since He Jin accepted, Qin Yang was already very excited, and he was full of those dirty thoughts.


The next day, when the alarm went off, He Jin clearly didn’t sleep enough. He tried to get up on bed and felt that somewhere in his body was aching furiously…


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