The breath was a little rapid at first, but it quickly subdued, and only occasionally let out a hint or two.

A gaze rested on his face.

Obsessed, blazing, just such a small face, as if you can't get enough of it in a lifetime.

Qiao Yuan's body was weak, and the brocade quilt prepared for her by the maid was very warm, and after waiting for a while, she didn't see that this person had the next step, but she was sweating first.

The shredded hair of the sideburns was wet with sweat and stuck to the snow-white face

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