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... Xue fell on his body.
Murong Xue picked up the red wine at hand and walked toward him step by step. When he stood behind him, he patted him on the shoulder and said: "The young master."
Her voice was slightly flattering, but this flatteriness seemed to be slightly deliberate in this case.
Du Jiusheng half-squinted, his mouth outlined a cold smile, turned around, and looked at her and said: "Miss Murong."
I don't know why, just looking at Murong Xue's face, he feels pa ...
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