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... ponded, "Oh, it's great... She smiled and hugged Ding Mao's waist, her hair disheveled in his arms. You are the biggest."
Ding Mao was a little better. He reached out and rubbed Congliang's head, took the wooden comb from Congliang's hand, and neatly combed her hair. In the mirror, on the side of Ding Mao's intact face, a shallow dimple appeared.
When it was time to go downstairs, Congliang thought about it, but stopped a group of people who wanted to go downstairs with her and Din ...
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