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nd welcomed the new year. He mechanically went through another hour before he could finally leave. At this point, no one stopped him because everyone knew what was coming next – he was going to see h...n. She was an artist and didn't mind using herself as a human model for others to sketch, but the premise was that Rong Ling had to paint her. If Rong Ling could paint her vividly and make her satisfi...