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... ou go?" Gong Xueting smiled.

   "..."

  Zhuang Yijing worked very hard at that time to show his posture of playing games with all kinds of ghosts and snake gods in the mall, so as not to be completely defeated by Gong Xueting's beautiful jade face.

  But when Gong Xueting was brought home, she pretended that she still had business to do, and locked herself behind a study with super sound insulation.

  She couldn't help blushing and screaming.

  Excitedly, she t ...

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