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... iently.

Jiang Lingzhi closed the book and could not help but ask her,””Jing Jing, what book is this?”

Shi Lejing noticed the book in her hand.”Hey, why did you take my book?”

Nie Ying looked at the book in her hand and couldn’t help but laugh.””Hubby is so brave. This name is so coquettish.”

Shi Lejing felt that it was quite normal and was not embarrassed. She prepared to take the book back.”Little sweet girl must have never read such a book. It’s not suitable for ...

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