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This year, Yi Jian was twelve years old.
The story begins with a late-night heavy rain in Handan, Zhao. A thunder woke Ekin Cheng. She cried, "Third Sister, are you awake?"
Third sister Yi Ying came from the next room wearing clothes and said angrily, "Can you not wake up like this?" Yi Jian giggled, and Yi Ying asked, "Do you want to light a lamp?"
"No," Yi Jian shook his head. "Third sister, I hate thunder. Pretty scary. Third sister, you sleep with me and sleep with me every day. " Say that finish, she got into the quilt.
"Go inside." Yi Ying patted her on the head and lay down on the outside of the bed.
When ugly, the rain outside pours on the eaves, making a muffled crash. Yi Jian can't sleep. She touched Third Sister's arm with her hand and said, "Third Sister, you are so slippery. I like sleeping with you, and it smells. Are you powdered? "
"Go!" Yiying pushed her little hand. "Big sister and second sister just put on powder."
"Hee hee ..." Jianyi smiled again. "If I were a man, I would marry all three of you and go home to warm me up every day."
"You are so beautiful." Third sister laughed with her.
It's so cold in Handan in early spring, and the thin cold air seems to stab straight into …
It should be the whole book.