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... "Fuck, cursed!"
Lu Xinglan turned over, rubbing his head against the pillow, not getting up, still lying down, his voice hoarse and fierce, "Do you know what time it is?"
Judging by the tone, he had a serious case of getting up on the wrong side of the bed.
Old Tan checked his watch, "Seven forty-seven."
Lu Xinglan’s drowsiness couldn’t mask his annoyance; he sat up and fastened the button that had come loose during sleep, "What’s the matter?"
"Nurse Chen’ ...
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