第一百五十三章 他的紧张（1 / 2）
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屋中静寂一刻。
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片刻后，抵在脖颈上的锋利渐渐放松下来，对方松开手。陆曈转过身，摸索出火折子，将灯重新点亮了。<script>document.writeln(qsbs.bb('PHA+5b6u5byx5YWJ5piO54Wn5Lqu5LqG5Lmm5p625ZCO5LiA5bCP5q6177yM5Lmf54Wn5Lqu5LqG5a+55pa555qE6IS444CCPC9wPg=='));</script>
微弱光明照亮了书架后一小段，也照亮了对方的脸。<script>document.writeln(qsbs.bb('PHA+6KO05LqR5pqO56uZ5Zyo5pyo5p625YmN77yM5Ly86KKr56qB54S255qE54Gv54Gr5pmD5b6X5b6u5b6u55yv6LW355y877yM5pyb552A5aW56YGT77ya4oCc6ZmG5aSn5aSr44CC4oCdPC9wPg=='));</script>
裴云暎站在木架前，似被突然的灯火晃得微微眯起眼，望着她道：“陆大夫。”<script>document.writeln(qsbs.bb('PHA+5a2k54Gv5Ya35pyI77yM6Imv5aSc6I2S6Iqc44CC5Zub6Z2i5Lmm5p6277yM5ruh5a6k5rSq5rWB6Iis55qE57GN5YaM6YeM77yM5Lq65Lmf5YOP5piv6KaB5re55rKh5YW25Lit44CCPC9wPg=='));</script>
孤灯冷月，良夜荒芜。四面书架，满室洪流般的籍册里，人也像是要淹没其中。<script>document.writeln(qsbs.bb('PHA+6Z2S5bm05Y+q56m/5LqG5Lu2566A5Y2V6buR6KGj77yM5LiN5Ly855m95pel5pe25piO5pyX77yM5pi+5b6X5bm95a+C5Ya35bO777yM6L+e55uu5YWJ5Lmf5rKh5LqG5bmz5pel55qE5rip54Wm77yM5bmz6Z2Z5pmm5pqX5aaC5rex5rW344CCPC9wPg=='));</script>
青年只穿了件简单黑衣，不似白日时明朗，显得幽寂冷峻，连目光也没了平日的温煦，平静晦暗如深海。<script>document.writeln(qsbs.bb('PHA+6ZmG5puI55uu5YWJ5o6g6L+H5LuW5omL5Lit55qE57GN5YaM44CCPC9wPg=='));</script>
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