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Chapter 39 Enchantment (Part 2)

Dong Qiaoqiao suddenly woke up, her cheeks flushed red and her eyes filled with tears. "Brother Lin, you, you"

She shyly got up to run away, but accidentally knocked over a book of illustrations on the bedside table. As Dong Qiaoqiao looked down, her face turned even redder, resembling the morning glow. She picked up the booklet and threw it directly at Lin Wanrong, exclaiming, "Brothe ...

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