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Sitting beside Yun An an, Bei Chen Lin gently stroked her red hair, over and over again, so tenderly and lovingly.,With a cup of warm water in hand, Bei Chenlin glanced at Wang Zhuangui and the servants beside him. With a casual wave of his hand, a pile of silver bills was stuffed into Wang Zhuangui's bosom.,You Changyuan sniffed the air, catching a faint whiff of the unmistakable smell of kerosene after it had burned.。

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