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... quite orderly. There is really only one peacock with such an orderly color.
Qianyan put away the pen and palette and put them in a cabinet in the room: "I'll use this next week, don't throw it away."
What Xin Yu thought in his heart was that when Ruan Qianyan left the room, he would clean it up.
Looking at the white feathers on his body being painted, he wished he could slam his head against the wall to death. Of course, he didn't want to die at all, and he didn't imp ...
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