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... l. But he had to. It would be awkward if he still stays at her house. He has already stayed enough.

Bidding his goodbye, he let Bai Renxiang walk him out. On getting to the door, he stopped and told her to go in.

"What? Why? I want to see you off," Bai Renxiang said.

"I want you to see me off too but you have a wound in your smooth thigh, okay? I love that thigh and I do not want anything else to happen to it," Li Fengjin disagreed.

"You sound weird. But I still w ...

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