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... ere very tired after a busy day.

In order to let Xavier get a good night's sleep, don't think too much. Before going to bed, Li Zhou grabbed Xavier again and made a fool of himself, until the eyes of Xavier's bullying got watery, so he coaxed him to sleep Down.

But he was lying on the bed and didn't want to sleep at all, touching Xavier's bushy eyelashes, he looked at Xavier's face in a trance, but his thoughts drifted to what happened this afternoon.

In fact, what happened ...

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