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A fruitless union, but she is destined to moth to the flame! <br />The night of the wedding, his fingers gently crossed her skin, "Consort is in the reminiscence?" <br /> words fell, her body is like a remnant of the butterfly flying out of the red tent, a drop of the bewitching red from the cheeks slide down. <br />She laughed, laughed as if the wind rolled wildly in the sand, "the wrong finger of the mandarin ducks, after all, is not a good person." <br />...