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... colder and colder, but the figure refused to appear for a long time.
Wen Xien knew that the prince would be squeamish and sensitive as long as he was cold and sick. No one could say a word, otherwise he would lose his temper.
The boy nodded helplessly, "Yes, yes, blame me."
The prince's fingers were still tightly grasping the corner of the boy's clothes. His tough face was morbidly red and his voice was hoarse. "You run around again...I'll let the emperor break your le ...
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