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... the neck of the cloud painting, and he suddenly woke up without sleeping. He was still confused, holding the neck of the cloud painting, and his small head rested on the shoulder of the cloud painting. There was no mental appearance.
Cloud painting hugged her with one hand, while gently patting his back, and looking at Zhou Shengbei Qian, "Bei Qiange, what you just said, I did not hear clearly."
"...nothing." Zhou Shengbei Qian smiled. "I won't go back to China for a while. I don' ...
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