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... me, the spicy skewer shop was almost empty. Zhao Meimei and Zhang Zhao ordered a pot of skewers and deliberately chose a private room near the innermost side.
As the bubbles in the pot of skewers rose and fell, a large amount of white steam overflowed. Even sitting across the table, looking at each other’s brows and eyes, there was a shadowy visual effect.
Zhang Zhao exhaled, the smile on his face gradually dimming, and said stiffly, "When I was seven, I moved into my current hom ...
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