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Luo Qingyu took a breath, deliberately snorted at his feet, screamed, and sat down on the ground.
"What's wrong?" Yun Yinming turned around and came to her, squatting down.
Luo Qingyu inhaled slightly: "Foot, foot fetter. Sorry, Your Highness, the daughter can't accompany you to the garden."
Yunyin's eyebrow peaked slightly. "Football? Which foot? King, look."
He looked awkward, as if Luo Qingyu said which foot, he immediately took off his sh ...
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