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... Gu Qingluan perfunctorily.

  Gu Qingluan sat behind the table, making tea with his head bowed.

  In the room, there is only the sound of flowing water.

   Gu Sier was the first to lose her composure: "Big sister, what kind of tea are you making? It smells so good!"

  As he asked, he straightened up and walked towards Gu Qingluan naturally.

  Gu Qingluan was washing the teacup with boiling water, and the water vapor rose up, blurring her face.

   Gu Sier ...

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