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... ao's room, right?
Jiang Shuyi pushed open the door of Wen Yao's room dissatisfied, and walked to the bed, she pulled the quilt, and it was empty inside.
Sure enough, as strict as Wen Yao, it is impossible to leave his clothes there.
Jiang Shuyi grabbed Wen Yao's pillow and lay down.
Pillows smell like roses...
Jiang Shuyi moved his neck, looked at the door, buried his face in it, and took a few breaths.
—With this, I can barely make ends meet for one nig ...
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