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old of Lin Meng's hand several times, but Lin Meng struggled fiercely. She couldn't give the injection at all and could only helplessly look at Rong Ling.Feng Ling frowned, strode forward, climbed on...beautiful scenery. She also enjoys pointing at clothes and asking for his opinion, and he slightly lowers his head to whisper in her ear, a feeling that's like only she matters to him. And she loves w...