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... t door teenager.
"Zhao Zhao." Fen Huan bowed his head, brought his head over, and pinched Xia Yichu's cheek.
Ingeniously, his active person's face turned red and hot, and Xia Yichu's bearer, although he had a short breath, was not as shy as he was.
It was as if the culprit was himself.
The thought of Xia Yichu's heart fluttered over her, making her face dark.
Xia Yichu raised his hand and patted his head lying on his neck fossa, and said, "I just bought the pas ...
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