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... hand, the both of us walking through the merchant's district of the city.

Yes, I am currently on a date with Lisa.

She practically ambushed me and insisted that we went on a date because it has been a while since we went on one.

I agreed with her which was why we're out here taking a stroll through the city right now.

She held my hand and skipped alongside me as we made our way through the crowded streets.

It was a weekend so there were quite a number of p ...

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“Mr. Fang, do you accept stray cats?” Zhang Liling asked a little breathlessly as a layer of sweat formed on her forehead. She had just run over in other to catch up with him.

Mr. Fang paused briefly in his steps and turned to give her a good glance after adjusting his reading glasses. “You look like one,” he said in a deep voice before continuing in his steps.

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