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... he lied to him.
“Tianxin, don’t you like this flower? Or don’t you like the name of this flower?”
Li Qingcang stretched out his hand and gently wiped Ye Tianxin’s tears with his fingers.
After being with Ye Tianxin, he really realized that women were indeed sensitive.
His Tianxin was really sensitive.
“No, Brother Li, I just want to cry.”
Li Qingcang sighed. He held Ye Tianxin’s hand and said with a heartfelt voice, “Tianxin ...
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