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As a result, some words gradually became easier to say.
"Why do you like me? I’m so ugly."
"I don’t like you."
"Really?" Had she been deluding herself? "Then why would you give up everything for me?"
Wasn’t it that woman called Hongchou who had said that?
Thinking about it, it was probably true.
Ye Qingying poured another glass of drink into his stomach.
This was already the third bottle, this time a white wine with a slightl ...
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