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... and Chu Yixiu sat opposite each other, clearly feeling two burning eyes fixed on her.

  He looked up casually, and found that Chu Yi's trimmed face was covered in shadows, only those dark eyes were flickering, looking at her quietly.

Seeing Qin Luoyi looking at him, Chu Yixiu stood up suddenly, moved from the opposite side to sit next to her, and the distance between the two became very close in an instant, so close that Qin Luoyi could hear his breathing He can also smell a speci ...

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