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... l, it’s almost November, and it’s still raining in Xianyang, and it’s quite heavy. The raindrops tapped on the hardwood trees in the imperial garden, and the crackling sound continued.
"It's raining too much, too much... I'm sleepy..."
Jiang Ling rolled the quilt around her body and pressed the quilt under her body very wisely. Zhao Huaizhong tugged it twice, the queen pressed it so tightly that she couldn't pull it away.
"You pressed the quilt to death, what did I c ...
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