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... Shillo knocked on the door of Long Haoran’s room.
Long Haoran was currently wiping his upper body with a wet cloth. Under the soft light radiated by the elliptic bead. One could see the fine lines on his abdominal area, and if Li Chunhua were here, she would describe them as an eight-in-one pack of bread buns.
The clothes in Long Haoran’s disappeared, and he wore the Hanfu he also made last night, which had the same design as Xiao Hua’s. He also made long pants and a new pair of ...
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