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... all her clothes had vanished, leaving her utterly exposed with nowhere to hide.
Jiangg Yao's hand, holding the bag of fried chicken, was trembling. A frantic storm of thoughts flashed through her mind: 'I'm not about to be exposed, am I? Why does he keep looking at me? How could he possibly find out? Sis, say something, will you?!'
Chen Yuan stood at five-foot-eleven, and he wasn't wearing completely flat shoes. Yaoyao, on the other hand, was just a hair over five-foot-seven, ma ...
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