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Before entering, he placed his hand behind him.
"Hold on, so you don’t fall and hit me." He said, turning his head slightly.
Bai Zhi’er puffed up her cheeks and quickly placed her small hand into his palm.
"Here’s my little nest hand, hold it tight!" ƒreeωebnovel.ƈom
Feng Fuce tightened his fingers, grasping the soft little hand.
The feeling was like kneading dough.
A dark, damp smell, mixed with a strong stench of blood, rushe ...
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