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... glance.
Receiving the love of sight, Angeliel's face sank: "Elizabeth, what is your etiquette?"
His words made the little girl named Elizabeth look white.
She bit her lip and took her own skirt to Angelique for an elegant lady ceremony: "Good evening, His Royal Highness."
Angeliel looked at her: "There is still a hostess here."
"The hostess?" The voice of the little girl rose again.
I only feel that the other person’s eyes are like needles on their own ...
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