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... im looked like when they laughed, he just sighed. It's been so long since I came to this Xiangsi Lou, and this is the first time I have received such a warm treatment from her.

He sat on a magistrate's chair made of pinewood, and looked at the exquisite woman who was making tea for himself, with a few smiles in his eyes.

He smiled humorously, and said, "Girl Si, don't be polite. I can do this by myself."

Si Anhu glanced at him, his brows and eyes were quite tender.

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