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... trange men?
In thoughts, his wrists were loose, and Si Zhengting had let go of her.
His slender fingers unbuttoned the first button on the shirt under his neck, and then went forward elegantly and noblely, sitting directly on the dining chair.
There was no expression on his face, and he was still cold and noble, as if the sudden anger had just been Zhuang Nana's fantasy.
And at this moment, Zhuang Nina had no time to think about anything else. His mind was ... come in ...
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