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lie on the desk in the study and do her homework. At that time, Rong Ling across from her would read documents, browse the internet, and type, the sound of the keyboard clattering crisply making her...y grasped his big hand. That slightly sweaty little hand felt cold, deeply transmitting into Rong Ling's brain. He lowered his head, glanced at her, catching sight of the deep worry in her eyes, and t...