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发帖数: 791 | 1 Zhiwen Lu opened the door, and saw a middle-aged man
standing outside, looking stocky and muscular. The
set of long sleeve/long pant pajamas he wore reminded
Zhiwen of his own three-musketeers branded set, which
he bought before coming aboard and never got to wear
much. Looking livid, the man bellowed in rage: “What
the hell do you f*cking want?”
Zhiwen opened his mouth but said nothing, for a minute.
Glancing at the knife he left on the table, he fought
hard to regain control. “What do you wan- |
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