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... ve Senior Brother actually had such a dream?"
After fleeing from Xu Yuan's room, Lin Qingque clasped her face, occasionally letting out small, animal-like cries of sorrow, her snow-white skin blushing cherry pink, a mix of bashfulness and joy.
Although deep down, another voice tempted her to simply stay and turn the uncooked rice into a cooked meal, the pretense of modesty in her girlish facade ultimately made her leave that place.
As long as Senior Brother had her in his ...
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