Chapter 59: A Lens That Comes with Its Own Pixelation? The Rice Cooker: Is This My Fault?
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A drizzle fell quietly.
It added a touch of coolness to the slightly stifling weather.
Qin Feng moved his board shorts to a new spot, hanging them under the eaves of the small wooden cabin.
This was an emergency measure to avoid disaster.
Reba rested her chin in her hands, watching him busy himself.
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