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One hundred and fifty

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Look at Ryan carefully, his chest is moving slowly. Running to his side, Sally immediately cupped his face and called his name.

“Ryan,” She started softly, and then gradually she lost patience. “Ryan.”

The groan, surprised her, but sure enough, his eyes widened next. "I like hearing you say my name." His voice was hoarse.

Unintentionally, she hit his chest before apologizing. "I'm sorry. Oh my God!"

“Is that any way to welcome a mate who has just returned from the dead?” He was joking.

Sally stared at him and said. "That's not funny at all."

Sally didn't waste a second as she threw herself into his arms, crying into the crook of his neck, all the while inhaling his sweet musk. “Please don't do that again.”

Ryan wrapped his arms around her waist, holding her tighter, never wanting to let her go again. “I love you too,” Her breath hitched and she buried her face deeper into his neck.

After a moment, they let go and looked at each other, looking for more casualties to fi
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