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... Half of her face was buried in the quilt. Ji Qingqing’s eyes appeared spiritless; there were two dark circles under her eyes. It was obvious that she did not sleep well last night.
“What time is it now…” Ji Qingqing muttered in a low voice. She was covering his stomach with her hand and her voice was quite weak. She looked weak and sick.
“It’s nine-thirty.”
Ji Qingqing sighed lightly and pulled the quilt up to cover her face. A person should never be too proud of oneself, othe ...
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