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... "Woman, I'm not a child…" a voice sounded from not far away.
Even though a young and tender voice sounded, it revealed a coldness and matureness that did not belong to a child.
Moreover, the child wearing a black gilded robe was standing near them.
Feng Chuge swore that she had never seen such a lovely child before.
His face was slightly rounded and still had some baby fat. His small face was inlaid with a pair of round eyes.
With long eyelashes that gentl ...
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