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... d up and wanted to properly correct Lan Qingxin’s study habits: "Lan Qingxin, you..."
He just started speaking.
A weak voice sounded from behind:
"Brother Jun, I... don’t feel well..."
Qin Wenrou frowned, holding her chest, bending slightly.
Lan Yingjun stopped in his tracks.
He turned around anxiously and asked: "Did you bring your medicine? Is it a cramp or a stab? I’ll take you to the hospital for a check-up now, your heart is delicate, it shoul ...
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