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"You said it was from me?" Yan Ci looked at him inexplicably, always feeling that something was wrong. "Since you don't want to disturb his life, then it's fine if you don't give it away. Why bother, you still have to say that it was given by me or someone else." The black sesame glutinous rice **** are really sharp. Xia Zhinian's upper body was pressed against Yan Ci's chest, and he swallowed nervously. Through the thin fabric, he didn't know whether it was his heart beating fast or Yan Ci nearby. He clenched his fingers, thinking wildly in his head. "Still, let's send it." His almond eyes were round and dim, and he wanted to look at his face, but in the awkward posture, he could only see a sharp chin and neck. As long as Yan Ci does not say that he sent it, even if Chu Qingjian g
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