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... ot too late to see the time. Of course, he did not want to be separated from Jiang Yang so quickly. So he made up the proposal and the two continued to play, not going home first.

Jiang Yang refused to think if he didn't think about it.

Qin Xu flat mouth, not very happy, still holding Jiang Yang, "I will go to your home to play, by the way to borrow a night?"

Jiang Yang: "No!"

This time, the rejection was faster, and the tone was somewhat urgent.

Qin Xu grievan ...

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