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... e edge of the bed, bowed her body, and stretched out her hands while coughing to get the tissue on the table.
After a few minutes, the coughing subsided.
She looked at the blood on the tissue, her eyes were numb, and she seemed to be used to it.
Yang Qingwei got up from the bed, poured himself a glass of water, rinsed off the **** smell in his mouth, and then lay back on the bed.
The rental is small and has mottled walls.
The bed was by the window, Yang Qingwei ...
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