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... i sneezed twice, rubbed her nose, and said, "Who’s thinking of me behind my back?"
"It’s not someone thinking of you." Qi Huang, holding a cloak in his hand, came over to drape it on her and chided, "The weather has turned even chillier after the autumn festival; you still crave the cool air. Of course, you’re going to catch a cold."
"No, there must be someone talking about me." Qin Liuxi walked into the room, took a few Copper Coins from a small tripod on the shelf, and sat down ...
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