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... onditioner in the room is still heating.
Murong Qiao met Huo Yichen's gaze, and suddenly reached out his fingertips on a whim, and lightly landed on the glass.
A little left and right, draw a curved line, it is a simple smiling face.
Murong Qiao couldn't help laughing when he finished the last stroke. This smile fell into Huo Yichen's eyes, and he couldn't help leaning over.
"President?" Ye Zhen looked over from this.
Seeing that Huo Yichen made a m ...
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