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The morning light penetrated through the window without curtains and brightened the room.

In the summer, he climbed up lightly and gently, raised his hand and carefully removed the palm of his hand on her waist.

On the pillow, Xicheng still slept very deeply, surely did not wake him up, the summer warm and sigh of relief, carefully uncovering the bed, pulling a blanket scattered on the carpet wrapped around his body.

Look at the sky outside, the summer warms back ...

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