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The atmosphere at the desk was somewhat awkward.
Zhao Rong stared at the rosewood teacup that Zhu Yourong held in her hand, but the position of the teacup was quite particular, right in front of a certain embarrassing spot.
When Zhao Rong had just blurted out in shock, Zhu Yourong stiffened, her hand holding the tea froze as if she had never expected him to suddenly utter such words. At this moment, she looked at Zhao Rong with a slightly dazed expression, ...
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