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... Zhiyu was still in the room.
Yet even so, the hurried breathing and soft voice still leaked out a little from between her fingers, making Zhiyu, who was kneeling on the chair, look over dumbfoundedly.
She didn't understand why there was such a pleasant scent, or why her master's master was making strange sounds...
Although she didn't understand, Zhiyu had her own thoughts.
After blinking her heterochromatic eyes a few times, they finally fixated on the tipped-ove ...
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