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"I didn't think, I didn't think about anything." Xia Zhinian stammered. Yan Ci stared at him, the thin scars at the end of his eyes were suppressed, his voice was very soft and cool. "Chu Qingjian is that good?" Xia Zhinian couldn't move back with his waist held down, his heart pounded with pain, he swallowed hard, turned his head, thinking crazily in his head, bit his lips, his almond eyes were round, and made a tentative sound. "You... don't want me to go?" Yan Ci bent his lips, stretched out his hand to touch his head, his eyes were covered with a layer of coldness, "It's my fault to burn your love letter and trick you into giving it away, but at the same table, did I also say-" "Don't dirty your medicine?" Xia Zhinian blinked, caught off guard. Yan Ci paused, looked down at him
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