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He propped himself up, seeing the man's eyes close once more. His handsome face flushed red, his temples and sideburns damp with sweat as if he had reached his limit.,Lin Susu was afraid of being drained dry, so she decisively swatted back. She dragged her wounded son and quietly left the pavilion.,Between breaths, I could still sense the lingering scent of that person. And the taste of the little pork trotters, so delicately icy, like a handful of snow.。