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... nd story behind it?!"
Wang Huanhuan, upon hearing Trotsky's sneers, was momentarily stunned, then couldn't help but retort.
"Heh, what do you know?!"
Trotsky looked disdainfully at Wang Huanhuan and then turned back, his gaze fervently fixated on the cloth that Gu Xiyan was clutching tightly in her hand, murmuring with an intoxicated expression:
"This pair of boxer shorts is crafted from the silk of the Golden Silkworm, Jade Silkworm, Phoenix Silkworm, Dragon Silk ...
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