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... meal?
Seeing Chen Dashan not speaking, Zhang Xuewen grew anxious. Her small hands fidgeted together, and her long white legs crossed and rubbed against each other.
Her skin was not the porcelain white of Zhao Jiayao, nor the transparent white of Zhao Yaqian. Hers was a lively pinkish-white, more youthful and taut.
Chen Dashan felt his mouth go dry and promptly said, "Is that all you wanted?"
"Alright, I understand. You can go back now!"
Chen Dashan laughed ...
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