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... e car, Zhao Lang fetched the medical kit from the trunk.
The car door was open, and he crouched down cautiously, applying disinfectant alcohol to Jiang Li’s wound.
From this angle, Jiang Li could just see the top of his head.
His hair swayed slightly under the moonlight, turning as white as snow.
It fell gently like feathers into the bottom of her gaze.
It felt a bit ticklish.
Jiang Li swallowed, her arm instinctively tensing a bit.
Zhao La ...
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