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Snapped!

The girl jumped up high and jumped in front of Gawain and Macdonald. Her upper body was still slightly leaning forward, and her big fluttering eyes were looking upright at Gawain, as if she was exploring the changes in the expression in the depths of Gawain's eyes.

The bold and straightforward movements are not aggressive, keeping a certain distance, just let people feel the sincerity and calmness that rushes to the face, even if they are a little unaccustomed, the corn ...

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