: three hundred and forty eight

Hearing the voice from the door and looking at the name on the door, some images seemed to appear in front of Ringer's eyes.

Curling his lips to drive away the boring thoughts, Ringer was about to leave.

Unlike some shameless goddess, she didn't have a penchant for peeping through doors.

"help me…"

At this moment, the groaning in the crack of the door suddenly turned into a cry for help, which sounded extremely weak.

Ringer paused and looked back at the crack in the door

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