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... that the young master did not seem to have any more instructions, Mo Xi bowed slightly and turned to leave.
Mo Qian leaned on the edge of the bed and suddenly laughed for no reason. He looked at his legs covered by the quilt and thought of that fickle girl who said one thing and meant another. The smile at the corner of his mouth and the bottom of his eyes were slightly helpless and bitter.
Zhuang Xian, who had returned to her room early, sat by the window with her phone in her ...
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