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... can Su Jinnian say? What else can she say? !

"Cough..." Su Jinnian turned his head away and coughed feignedly. His old face couldn't help but feel hot. It was obviously Qian Chongying who kissed her on his own initiative, but why did she have the illusion that she was a big obscene, and she felt a little weak? , Could it be... She has been coveting him for a long time, but she didn't know it?

Ow! She's not that hardworking! Although Qianjuying is very handsome, although sometimes ...

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