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Categories: words and feelings
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"She just had a miscarriage, drawing 600cc of blood will kill her!" <br /> "Draw!" The cold and low voice was like three-nine ice. <br /> Her stubborn eyes met his icy cold eyes, and she smiled coldly and whimpered, "So I'm just your temporary blood bank!" <br />When the blood was drawn out a little bit, her face became more and more pale, the bright red color in the end pierced the heart of who? <br />She was fiancé...