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... azing touch.
Unspeakably beautiful.
Looking at squatting beside the wheelchair, looking up at his beautiful face, and those bright and cold blue pupils, he felt like he was falling into the clouds.
Ayin noticed Luo Yu's increasingly fiery eyes.
His fair face blushed.
Handed back the man's finger in a panic, shyly said:
"No, husband, look, the wound has healed."
Luo Yu withdrew his consciousness from the amazing touch just now, glanced at t ...
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