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... s of the big bed, whispering, not feeling like shaking.
Faded. Going to the clothes, the man's figure is unusually tall.
He is like a gusty wind, and she is a thin tree with no sorrow, swaying by the wind, nowhere to rely on, crumbling in the wind and rain.
And this gust of wind is obviously deliberately destroying her.
She saw that his eyes were getting more and more violent, and every inch of his muscles was full of strength. His eyes were still deep and dark, but w ...
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