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... is still there? When will he be away?

"You are awake." Zhou Yixing watched him open his eyes and got up to him.

Yuan Mingxuan looked at him, didn't speak, his eyes could not see the anger, and there was no glory.

Zhou Yixing looked at his unrelenting appearance, and thought of what the doctor had told him before, but felt sad and angry. He looked at Yuan Mingzhang, and couldn't help but go forward and chop his clothes. Is he a man?

Yuan Mingzhang shivered when he saw ...

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