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... osition, Lin Qiao could guess about 70 to 80 percent of his moods, though she pretended not to notice, "Okay."
She squatted to wash her hands and glanced at the river. The endless river was not deep, probably reaching her waist.
Suddenly, something moved close, startling her. She turned her head to find a handsome face just inches away, and if she had moved slightly, their lips might have touched.
"Ahem, Tingfan..."
Just as she wanted to ask him what was wrong, sh ...
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