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then painting her delicate face with the fiery blush of passion, and allowing her dark eyes to slowly flow with crystal-clear, sweet tears.Her heart skipped a beat, and she suddenly felt dry-mouthed!...轉碼失敗！請您使用右上換源切換源站閱讀或者直接前往源網站進行閱讀！.His eyebrows furrowed this time, never relaxing. With a sweep of the wooden comb, the dark, broken strands that fell were like daggers to his eyes. He gathered all those short hairs in his palm and s...