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... he opposite sex, no matter whether it was uncles or little fresh meat, none of them made her feel that the way they worked was much more handsome than usual with beer and skewers.
But today, she suddenly had such a shallow understanding of this sentence.
Huo Xingchao was sitting outside listening to the lyric she sang before, with his eyes lowered, his lips slightly pursed, his knuckles clasped on the table casually, his side face was very cartoonish.
Looking at it from the ...
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