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... roze, whether from sheer shock or fear of inhaling a peculiar scent.
This was indeed an enchanting sound, a bewitching fart.
Yang Zhen zipped behind Hua Youyue with a scornful look at the Lotus Seat,
“Tsk, not an ounce of charity in you!”
Upon hearing Yang Zhen’s remark, everyone twitched a corner of their lips.
Damn it, who could have less charity than you? Faced with such an embarrassing situation, others were forcing themselves to act as if they hadn’t ...
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