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Luo City University was quite large. By the time Qin Guanglin finished setting up the painting and walked out, it was already five o'clock.
Retracing his steps, he once again reached the traffic lights. Looking at the small hand on his sleeve, Qin Guanglin suddenly regretted: why hadn't he worn a short-sleeve shirt in this hot weather?
He adamantly refused to admit he was being inappropriate; he just wanted to see where she would grab if there were no sleeves... the hem ...
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