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... ge green bamboo forest.

Next to him was a girl in a white dress, holding a row of needles in her hand, weighing them out one by one, and roasting them on a candlelight.

After baking, he turned his head and said lightly,

"Take off your coat."

He raised his eyebrows, but didn't say much, he slowly unbuttoned his shirt, slender fingers slid across his chest, bringing out a bit of demagogic ambiguity.

The girl's expression was calm, and there was no trace of turbul ...

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