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... just at the thought of it. It was good on her side.

Contrary to Shi Luo's assumptions, there was an entirely different scene around Jun Boyan.

She did not notice how the tips of his ears had turned red when he walked out of the room, "Luoluo kissed me," he looked at his reflection in the mirror and placed the back of his palm on his lips, his face turning red in an instant.

By the time Shi Luo woke up, the sky had turned dark. She glanced at the night sky throug ...

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