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... ress shirts. Ever since then, he had practically lived in the ones she bought for him—wearing them to work, at home, and even rolling up his sleeves to water the vegetables in the backyard.
It was as if he wanted to weld the shirts onto his body.
The thought suddenly struck her—he ran a pig farm. Did that mean he was wearing a dress shirt even when he helped out at the slaughterhouse? The image was too absurd to entertain.
Su Shen, with one hand on the steering wheel, spo ...
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