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... t, but played the emotional card with him for a nine-turn and eighteen-turn.

  This Chen Xiyi was so eager to let the other party cheer up, Chen Xiyi was getting impatient after these plots, but in order to maintain the character design, Chen Xiyi could only act patiently with the other party.

   Fortunately, the other party also felt that the heat was almost ready, so he opened his mouth to solicit.

  Of course, Chen Xiyi sternly refused, and said that when the prince came ...

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