Shen Yian Song Lin
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author: 匿名
Just as the atmosphere was about to ignite, Shen Yinan's phone rang. She jolted awake as if from a dream, whacking Song Lin on the forehead with a thud and standing up abruptly.,Song Lin gritted his teeth, a hint of forbearance appearing on his stern face. He covered his head and straightened his body.,Shen Yian looked up at him, "It's not dirty, I washed my face when I came back."。