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Qingen's heart skipped a beat, followed by a cold snort as he reached out to take it. But the moment his head brushed against the plate, Rong Ling didn't let go. The two of them held onto that singl...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！ eyes. Tears, like pearls, rolled down from beneath her tightly shut lids. Occasionally a stifled sob escaped her lips, barely audible, a whimper like that of a young animal, for she bit her lip with...