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... the bedside table in the room, which reflected the halo of colored glaze through the lampshade. When the light reached the edge of the bed where they were at, it was already dim.
Wen Ying fell on the goose feather soft quilt, her fingers were slippery and soft, and had no grip.
“…… I’m your stepmother. ” Her voice was as light as a feather, and her tone was more like a reminder than a refusal of disgust.
He rubbed her face with his thick fingers and said slowly, “En, my s ...
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