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led up tighter, her face flushed and radiant, as if painted with crimson rouge.His eyes darkened, his fingers poised to move again, when a series of insistent knocks, "du du," sounded at the door, one...t at all aggressive. He spoke casually as if he was just chatting about it, making people naturally accept it from the bottom of their hearts without feeling sympathy or pity being helped. If this we...