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... legs. He was ready to occupy the half of the bed that originally belonged to his father.
It was a sad story.
For as long as he could remember, Xiao Jing Xing had always been sleeping alone. Over time, he had gotten used to it. As a high IQ, cold-faced, Black-bellied child, he had always thought that other children were the same.
The incident happened one day when Xiao Jing Xing was three years old and was in kindergarten. He learned from a child that other chi ...
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