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... sit next to Lu Yi.

Lu Yi could see that after Donggong Mingyue sat down, her pretty face was visibly relaxed.

Seeing Donggong Mingyue's cute appearance, he said with a half-smile, "Second Senior Sister, why do I feel your body is shaking a little."

Donggong Mingyue froze again, a ruddy look appeared on her pretty face, her eyes widened and she said, "Junior Brother must have read it wrong!"

Seeing that Donggong Mingyue looked a little embarrassed, Lu Yi stopped teasin ...

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