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like a little shrimp. He sat down by the bed and picked up her fair, delicate hand lying outside the blanket, playing with it gently. She remained oblivious, her eyes tightly closed, her eyelashes, lo...tle Mumu was also packed and brought along.It was Rong Ling who went to pick up the plane. Because the flight arrived very late and Lin Meng had been filming outdoors all day, Rong Ling felt sorry for...