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... r person standing beside him, also smiling so hard that his teeth could not see his eyes, his fingers were stained with the same color paint as Yan Yan's face.

This picture is the cover of the video. Ji Juechuan moved his fingers and clicked on the two-minute video.

The content of the video is that the anchors are experimenting with coloring ceramics. Yan Yan and the game anchor Ji Juechuan met yesterday went to squeeze the paint together, but they started playing around on the roa ...

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