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... slightly stinging right hand, Ling Yan took a step back subconsciously.
Gu Zhong stopped three steps away from her, smiled lightly, walked naturally to the incense burner on the table, rolled up his sleeves, raised the candlestick beside him, and lit the incense stick.
"Can the pavilion master talk to his concubine now, what is Lingbo?"
No one can tell."
After pondering for a moment, Ling Yan could only tell the vague imprint in her mind. If it wasn't for ...
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