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... difficult; in order to be more realistic, Su Nuo instinctively reached out and began rubbing his belly! So Dai An looked a little anxious. “Why is your diarrhea so serious? Do you want to rest at home in the afternoon? I’ll go and discuss the advertisement with the organizers and help you to postpone it.”


Eh eh, it seems like he acted too much! Su Nuo sat up straight and seriously said, “It’s nothing, I’ll be well after I’m done eating medicine!” Keeping a man at home while hiding it ...

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