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... ulously white and light, "Do you really regret it?"

White is very light and wants to turn a blind eye.

She is slightly coveted, very sad: "Gu Hang you know what I like is you"

White light and light is not easy to fake the fake words to squeeze out these words.

Said that she likes Gu Hang, she is guilty in her heart.

After I paused, Bai was light and said: "But I have to lie next to Gu Yuzhi. You know that I am really suffering."

Bai Yanyan’s efforts to m ...

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