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The young man looked about eighteen or nineteen years old, half lying on a towering ancient tree. His long lavender hair shines with gorgeous luster in the sun, his lips are red and his teeth are white, and there is a bright star on his forehead. He looks smart and handsome.
Thirteen-year-old Lu Xiaoqing squatted under the tree and looked up at him, suddenly grinning.
"Why are you laughing?" The young man on the tree chewed a red fruit slowly, his long hair hanging on his chest, and his every frown and smile were full of charm. Lu Xiaoqing was immediately stunned and even forgot to wipe the saliva from the corners of his lips.
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