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Ye Feimo returned, he didn't wake her up. 。He sat on the edge of the bed. In the dim light, his warm face was still somewhat swollen. The ice pack had helped a little, but Xiong Ge had hit him too har...em, I'll go to Paris and be a street artist. That kind of life would definitely be very pleasant. 。If I hadn't become an actor, maybe I would have been one of them. 。Chen Xue smiled and pointed to the...