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Chu zhaoyue, who was not stable in her sleep, continued to mumble.

"desert wind..."

the summer desert wind stops and continues to approach. Looking at Chu zhaoyue's eyes, he feels discontented. He suddenly wants to know that she has been calling his name. What did she dream of and see him?

so he stayed close to her, looked at her sleeping face without any defense, smelled the fragrance of wine floating out of her body, and waited quietly and patiently.

and this time, Chu zhaoyue finally gave him face and continued to open the chatterbox.

"desert wind, you bastard!"

in the curiosity and expectation of summer desert wind, Chu...