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... , it is to disgust oneself sincerely.
He reached into his bosom, took out a piece of dry biscuit, ate a few bites, waved his hand to evoke a breeze, and received a handful of dew.
Dried biscuits are dewy, but they taste a bit fairy.
Three days later, Chen Qing, who was lying on the bluestone by the bank with a willow branch in his mouth, turned over in boredom, "Xiang Baiyu, is your news accurate?"
Rubbed the silk scarf in his hand to Baiyu, "What, can't wait ...
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