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... ted her rosy lips and covered his eyes directly.

"This time meant nothing! How can you, a man, be so irresponsible? Because of you, I was schemed against, so you have to compensate me somehow. I want you to marry me, and I won't regret it. Take some time to think about it."

"Su Yijia, you've already taken the confession letter we wrote for you, and we don't ask back the betrothal money we gave to your family. Don't be more greedy, or you might end up with nothing." Qin's mother's ...

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