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Deep spring in the copper sparrow, the hibiscus hibiscus tent warm, a night of love, do not know how many times the spring breeze, the faint wake up, it is already late morning.

In the bright day, Chu Shuang had regained his usual shyness. He had made himself lose such an ugly appearance, which made the roots of his teeth itch. He was no longer gentle like last night