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... to the seventh floor, and he did not hesitate to rush into the stairs.
"Jiaojiao."
Outside the towering apartment building, Zhao Weijia took Gujiao’s hand and patiently advised: “Listen to me, don’t be against Jingbo, you are not his opponent.”
The night wind of the three days, mixed with silky heat, a glimpse of the road lantern cover, flying a dense mosquito, the insects in the flower bed are crisp.
Gu Jiao wore a long skirt, the skirt fluttered in the wind, standin ...
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