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... habitual thinking is haunting, he can do it in the past or in the future, and it makes no sense that he can't now, but now he feels that it may be a little reluctant.

So his fingertips rested vacantly over the top and touched it thoughtfully.

Lin Sui didn't plan to escape, but he was thinking that maybe it would be better to go to the restaurant first, and then he probably wouldn't have the energy to eat.

Lin Sui raised her hand, the tip of her tongue rolled away the moistne ...

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